<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278343111815060470</id><updated>2012-02-16T19:41:44.715-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Caleb &amp; Chloe</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>The Acosta Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826944556467895514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>164</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278343111815060470.post-1255220290104909123</id><published>2010-09-09T18:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T18:45:39.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving for China</title><content type='html'>We're leaving in the morning. If this thing deletes any of my posts, I'm going to be pissed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278343111815060470-1255220290104909123?l=calebandchloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/feeds/1255220290104909123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=278343111815060470&amp;postID=1255220290104909123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/1255220290104909123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/1255220290104909123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/2010/09/leaving-for-china.html' title='Leaving for China'/><author><name>The Acosta Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826944556467895514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278343111815060470.post-3676539670889432303</id><published>2010-02-19T17:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T17:56:12.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Hodgeblog</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have a sinus infection and it's kicking the crap out of me. My Dr called my sweet little boy a "cute &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;petri&lt;/span&gt; dish". True, so true.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I went to take &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;a nap&lt;/span&gt; when we got home this afternoon and woke up at 7pm. My husband is a rock star - played with Caleb, fed him and let me sleep. I woke up in time for bath and bedtime.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Date night on Sunday! Woo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hoo&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Caleb's birthday is in three weeks. How can two years go by so quickly?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's Friday which means Lucy came today. Which means I'm one happy Momma.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Caleb wanted to read Snow White (in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Espanol&lt;/span&gt;) tonight before bed. I had forgotten that the Queen dies (hence the evil Stepmother). I decided that Caleb was too little for such details so I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;amended&lt;/span&gt; the storyline to read "there were some familial issue that arose and that lady is the Stepmother". And when Snow White falls into a coma (?) and the dwarfs (who he thinks are kids) put her in a glass coffin? "She &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;decided&lt;/span&gt; to take a nap in that pretty box". &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Oy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sleeping baby, sitting on the couch with Juan and just enjoying life. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Have a great weekend!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278343111815060470-3676539670889432303?l=calebandchloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/feeds/3676539670889432303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=278343111815060470&amp;postID=3676539670889432303' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/3676539670889432303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/3676539670889432303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/2010/02/friday-hodgeblog.html' title='Friday Hodgeblog'/><author><name>The Acosta Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826944556467895514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278343111815060470.post-5011627928019742153</id><published>2010-02-09T06:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T06:56:48.300-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Squishy Tuesday</title><content type='html'>I learned a very valuable lesson this morning. Never take your eyes off of a toddler in a grocery cart with bananas. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took Caleb to HEB this morning for Valentines and bananas. I made the mistake of getting the bananas before the Valentines. I needed a box for his class as well as one for Juan from me and one for Juan from Caleb. I found the ones for his class (Sesame Street - no George, Thomas or Manny unfortunately) and then went looking for the ones for Dada. I found a funny one for Juan from me but could NOT find anything from a child to Daddy. About this time Caleb started chattering on about the bananas. I mumbled a response and kept looking for a card. I promise it took less than two minutes total for me to finally find a card and turn back towards Caleb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I saw the bananas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd put them in the child seat portion of the cart because Caleb was sitting in the big part - he thinks it's a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;choo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;choo&lt;/span&gt; and is more likely to cooperate that way. He'd pulled the bananas through the crack between the child seat the the big part - or tried to anyways. He'd gotten two bananas through was had taken a big bite out of one. The other was mangled because he had tried to open it and couldn't. The rest were wedged between the seat the the cart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I salvaged the bananas and explained what happened to the 12 yr old cashier. Who totally gave me a you-are-such-a-crappy-mother look. I smiled sweetly and told her I'd pay for the freaking bananas and to then throw the icky ones away. She made a face like she was touching &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;nuclear&lt;/span&gt; waste. We paid and left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson learned? Get Valentines first and bananas last. Or, keep your eyes on the toddler at all times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278343111815060470-5011627928019742153?l=calebandchloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/feeds/5011627928019742153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=278343111815060470&amp;postID=5011627928019742153' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/5011627928019742153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/5011627928019742153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/2010/02/squishy-tuesday.html' title='Squishy Tuesday'/><author><name>The Acosta Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826944556467895514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278343111815060470.post-545187913691927647</id><published>2010-02-07T13:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T13:14:40.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Open the Door</title><content type='html'>Time: 3pm, Sunday afternoon&lt;br /&gt;Location: The kitchen table&lt;br /&gt;Scenario: Caleb has had the following for snack: a piece of Aunt Nell's fig cake, two packages of fruit snacks (minus the red ones Momma ate befor giving them to him), a box of raisins and 10 marshmallows. He'd never had marshmallows before but I was having a cup of hot chocolate with marshmallows and gave some to him to see what he though. He LOVED them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following conversation took place:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caleb: More, more, more.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Nope. That's enough for snack. Dinner is in 3.5 hours. I'm pretty sure you can make it until then.&lt;br /&gt;Caleb: More mashmelo mama.&lt;br /&gt;Me: No.&lt;br /&gt;Caleb: OPEN THE DOOR! (and melodramatically gesticulates to the pantry).&lt;br /&gt;Me: No dude. All done.&lt;br /&gt;Caleb: (Wailing, whining, gnashing of baby teeth).&lt;br /&gt;Me: (waits patiently for the tantrum to subside).&lt;br /&gt;Caleb: Please mama?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278343111815060470-545187913691927647?l=calebandchloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/feeds/545187913691927647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=278343111815060470&amp;postID=545187913691927647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/545187913691927647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/545187913691927647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/2010/02/open-door.html' title='Open the Door'/><author><name>The Acosta Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826944556467895514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278343111815060470.post-6883495528341645297</id><published>2010-02-02T11:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T06:03:49.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dos Blankets</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EQLV2Hswh48/S2wlIYWMr7I/AAAAAAAAJLA/pMvscT112Lo/s1600-h/DSCN0554.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434759676234084274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EQLV2Hswh48/S2wlIYWMr7I/AAAAAAAAJLA/pMvscT112Lo/s320/DSCN0554.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;naptime&lt;/span&gt; Caleb asked me for "dos blankets" as I put him down. I smiled, gave him his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;blankie&lt;/span&gt; and then went and got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;yellie&lt;/span&gt; for him as well. He snuggled in and fell asleep. And my heart melted. And then I took a picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He hasn't given her back yet. And I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; with that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278343111815060470-6883495528341645297?l=calebandchloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/feeds/6883495528341645297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=278343111815060470&amp;postID=6883495528341645297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/6883495528341645297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/6883495528341645297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/2010/02/dos-blankets.html' title='Dos Blankets'/><author><name>The Acosta Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826944556467895514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EQLV2Hswh48/S2wlIYWMr7I/AAAAAAAAJLA/pMvscT112Lo/s72-c/DSCN0554.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278343111815060470.post-5818344637668514149</id><published>2010-01-22T13:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T13:23:55.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 9: Back to Buenos Aires</title><content type='html'>Not much to report today. We had an uneventful flight back to BA and then went to see another art museum before heading back to the hotel. We have a fun dinner planned tonight and then in the morning are going to the fair at Plaza Serrano. We fly home tomorrow evening and will be back in Austin on Sunday afternoon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking very good house thoughts for everyone back home. And let's give some props to the Abuelos for making it this long with the little darling! Can't wait to be back home!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278343111815060470-5818344637668514149?l=calebandchloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/feeds/5818344637668514149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=278343111815060470&amp;postID=5818344637668514149' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/5818344637668514149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/5818344637668514149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/2010/01/day-10-back-to-buenos-aires.html' title='Day 9: Back to Buenos Aires'/><author><name>The Acosta Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826944556467895514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278343111815060470.post-8934708063054233077</id><published>2010-01-21T18:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T13:24:44.462-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 7 and 8: Out and About in Patagonia</title><content type='html'>Remember all the drama and angst surrounding reservations – or lack thereof - well, leave it to Juan Traveler to solve that problem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed to town on Wednesday morning determined to figure put some way to do everything we wanted to within our two days. After talking to several of the tour agencies in town we decided to take an afternoon tour of the glacier on Wed and then do the glacier trek on Thursday morning. &lt;br /&gt;The afternoon tour gave us a chance for a morning nap and then we set out to go see what all the glacier hype was about. The was totally worth it. Perito Moreno is out of this world. The glacier is larger than Buenos Aires and flows all the way down to the lake. So, you come around the bend in the road and boom come face to face with a total wall of ice. &lt;br /&gt;The park sports a series of walkways and balconies from which you can sit and watch the ice crack and fall. We saw several pieces fall and splash down into the lake. Words don’t sufficiently describe it – the pictures will do a much better job.&lt;br /&gt;This morning (Thursday) we got up early to do the trek on the glacier. It was so super cool! I was convinced a coupe of times that I was about to die but in the end survived. We hiked around for awhile and then took a nice boat ride around the front of the glacier, rested in the park and headed back to El Calafate.&lt;br /&gt;We had a quite dinner tonight at the hotel and are getting ready to go back to BA tomorrow morning. It’s been an amazing vacation but I am so looking forward to seeing Caleb and being home again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally cool pictures &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/acostajan/ArgentinaDay8#"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to all,&lt;br /&gt;Jan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278343111815060470-8934708063054233077?l=calebandchloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/feeds/8934708063054233077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=278343111815060470&amp;postID=8934708063054233077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/8934708063054233077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/8934708063054233077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/2010/01/day-7-out-and-about-in-patagonia.html' title='Day 7 and 8: Out and About in Patagonia'/><author><name>The Acosta Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826944556467895514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278343111815060470.post-2738838410561567662</id><published>2010-01-20T03:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T03:34:21.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 6: Journey to the Bottom of the World</title><content type='html'>Now, those who know me well might roll their eyes and think I was exaggerating just a wee bit here. I'm not. Juan has drug me to the middle of freaking nowhere people. And although it's cool in a windy, moon-esque way, it's a bit out of my comfort zone and way, way too far away from my little boy. But, I'm coping and trying to keep the complaining to a minimum. We are seriously at the bottom of the world - closer to Antarctica here than back to Buenos Aires. Yoowza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Tuesday started off well. We managed to hit one more place in BA - el Zanjon - and I am so glad we did. It was a super cool archaeological thingy and we could have spent lots more time there if our schedule permitted. But we were in a rush to get back and head to the airport so off we went. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flight to El Calafate on Areolineas Aregntinas was not fun. The plane was delayed 3 times and when we finally boarded it was very cramped. The flight down was a bit over three hours and we could see the coast and absolutely no form of human life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We laded around 7:45 or so, got out luggage and took a taxi out here to the hotel. It's crazy here. Little vegetation, roaring winds and a big beautiful glacial lake. You will have to see the pictures to understand what I'm talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My rant for yesterday (which became evident once we arrived (via a dirt road! hello!) at our nice hotel) is that tour places here in El Calafate do not take or make reservations. The hotel can make a pre-reservation of sort which guarantees nothing. And so we found out upon arrival (after 8pm) that all the tours were full for today. Probably. Because they don't take reservations. Whatever. So, what we'll be able to do on Wed and Thurs is still up in the air. It's actually Wed am now and Juan is pacing around waiting for me to finish to we can take a taxi to town to try and make make some sort of plan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will post pictures later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to all,&lt;br /&gt;Jan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278343111815060470-2738838410561567662?l=calebandchloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/feeds/2738838410561567662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=278343111815060470&amp;postID=2738838410561567662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/2738838410561567662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/2738838410561567662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/2010/01/day-6-journey-to-bottom-of-world.html' title='Day 6: Journey to the Bottom of the World'/><author><name>The Acosta Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826944556467895514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278343111815060470.post-2779310421581448750</id><published>2010-01-20T03:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T03:18:44.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 5: Tren de la Costa</title><content type='html'>The alternative title of this post is "How many references to Thomas and Curious George can Juan and Jan make in one day".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do we miss him? Um, just a little. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we snubbed our noses at the ferry to Uruguay and set off on the tren de la costa to see what lie up the river (coast) from BA. We mistakenly decided to walk from the hotel to the train station because it didn't look too far on the map. Ugh. It was hot, humid, smoky and gritty.  We were glad to get there and quickly got our tickets for the local train. We took it until it ended and then walked over to the start of the train up the coast. Er river. &lt;br /&gt;So, let's talk about this river for a minute. It's big and runs right outside our hotel. It's lined with fancy stores, nice resturants and lots of high-rise buildings. It's also chocolate brown. Now, I have seen worse as far as rivers go - the Nile and Gangees have nothing on this puppy but still - I wouldn't allow my child within one mile of it. No touching of the water here.&lt;br /&gt;So we got on the train - air-conditioned! yeah! - and swiftly went up the coast (northwest of BA I think? Ask Juan.) until it ended in Delta. Delta is a fun town. The river comes in and then the city diverges into a series of canals with boat taxis and sight-seeing cruises. We chose one that lasted two hours and zigzagged through the canals. We sat in the (totally sweltering and un-air conditioned) resturant area and had a snack and looked at all the vacation houses lining the canals.&lt;br /&gt;We saw some really cool houses. Place I'd love to live in - as long as nobody made me get in the river. Bleah.&lt;br /&gt;After that we headed back to the train and made our way back. We did stop at San Isidro for ice cream before continuing all the way back to BA. And we did decide to take a taxi back from the train station.&lt;br /&gt;We're looking forward to a shower,clean clothes and then dinner. Tomorrow afternoon we fly to El Calafate.Our hotel is supposed to have wi-fi so I'll try and update again tomorrow night. &lt;br /&gt;Pictures here.&lt;br /&gt;Love  to all,&lt;br /&gt;Jan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278343111815060470-2779310421581448750?l=calebandchloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/feeds/2779310421581448750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=278343111815060470&amp;postID=2779310421581448750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/2779310421581448750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/2779310421581448750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/2010/01/day-5-tren-de-la-costa.html' title='Day 5: Tren de la Costa'/><author><name>The Acosta Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826944556467895514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278343111815060470.post-3154031650035826534</id><published>2010-01-17T18:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T03:35:19.392-08:00</updated><title type='text'>D ay 4:Boca and Beef</title><content type='html'>We've had a lovely Sunday around here. Slept later than ever - 9:30! Gasp! Had a quiet breakfast and decided to head to the less posh side of town and check out the weekend market and a taste of real Porteno life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The market was fun. Lots of silver, brass, leather, jewelry, dishes, glasses and other random stuff. We found a Christmas ornament for Nana (which Juan is concerned will be confiscated by Ag on our way back home) and a tiny soccer jersey for Caleb. The stuff cute pictures are made of. We walked around and took in the less ritzy side of BA. We did ask own shop owner for directions to a restaurant we were considering for lunch and he told Juan to go this way and not that way b/c it wasn't safe to walk around there. Yeah, that means it's time to go back to the Hilton people! Adios Boca!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed back around 2pm or so and decided to have lunch at a place Ricardo had recommended near the hotel. It was an Asian place and lunch turned out to be pretty good. Juan's risotto was amazing but I didn't care too much for my ravioli. Doesn't sound Asian by that description but it was and had excellent ambiance and air conditioning which was key. It's been in the 90s this week and I'm a little pink despite the 50 proof sunblock. Oh well. So goes life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a quick web cam call with the familia we settled down for our now ritual afternoon nap and then made sure we were up by 6:15 or so in time to have the real call with our little one. He looks great and it does my heart good to be able to see him and talk to him even if he's more interested in playing choo choo than talking to mom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked around Puerto Modero after that and it was a lovely way to end the afternoon. We then headed to dinner - as our quest for a REAL steak continued. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to my veg readers: Hi Kasey! Hi Angelica! Juan ate some creepy stuff that you may or may not want to hear about. You've been forewarned....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to have dinner at a place recommended by both the book and Ricardo. We had a hell of a time figuring out the name b/c apparently they've had some legal issues with their original name and it took a bit of asking to determine that what we thought it was was really what it was. We set off hoping that we would finally be able to find a good steak after three days of so-so tough beef and nothing that lived up to the hype.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juan started off by ordering blood sausage as an appetizer. It was gross. Seriously gross. I refused to look at it let alone eat it. He liked it though and kept comparing it to stuffing. How I have no idea. I had an empanada which while was the best we've had yet still has nothing on Mexico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The steaks were amazing. We finally found what we'd been looking for. Mine was the closest as I've come to finding anything that compares to what I had a Capiche the night we got engaged. And that says something. We shard some french fries and then had a lovely brownie for dessert. We're back in the hotel now and I'm ready for a good nights sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've decided to forgo Uruguay tomorrow b/c it's $110 pp to go just for the day. It's Uruguay! Hello! Instead we've decided to take the train up the coast and see a little of the outskirts of BA and the coast. Our internet might be spotty for the next few days but I'll try and continue updating here. We leave for El Calafate on Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures coming as soon as Juan uploads them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to all,&lt;br /&gt;Jan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278343111815060470-3154031650035826534?l=calebandchloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/feeds/3154031650035826534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=278343111815060470&amp;postID=3154031650035826534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/3154031650035826534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/3154031650035826534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/2010/01/boca-and-beef.html' title='D ay 4:Boca and Beef'/><author><name>The Acosta Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826944556467895514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278343111815060470.post-2936453011307972108</id><published>2010-01-16T19:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T06:02:10.391-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 3: Rain y Recoleta</title><content type='html'>Another good day today. It started off a little wet as we woke up (at 9am! Seriously!) to cloudy skies and light rain. We decided to head to the Museo de Bella Artes first since it was inside and a good way to pass the time until the weather cleared. It was a good museum - a nice collection of old stuff and native Argentinian works. Even a couple of Gauguin who is my favorite. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards we headed off to lunch to a place that was known for their empanadas. Yeah, no. They have nothing on Mexico people. We did enjoy a nice plate of french fries however and a slice of lemon pie. After that we headed to the cemetery in Recoleta to check out the crazy architecture and see Evita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, for the record, if my family had a fancy crypt in the middle of the Recoleta cemetery I'd be sure to make sure that the cobwebs were cleaned out and that no glass was broken. It was amazing to see how many graves were unkempt and in disrepair. Note to those families - get with the picture and show a little respect for the dead please. We walked around for awhile and then headed back for our afternoon nap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tango show tonight was a lot of fun. The dancers were crazy good and the music was very enjoyable. I was tired by the time it was over (midnight) and very happy to shed the high heels in lieu of my pajamas. We have a quiet day planned for tomorrow and are then thinking of going on a day trip to Uruguay on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;News from home is still good. We've seen Caleb on the web cam each day and although he doesn't seem to care much to talk to us, it does my heart good to see him and know he's ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/acostajan/ArgentinaDay3#"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to all,&lt;br /&gt;Jan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278343111815060470-2936453011307972108?l=calebandchloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/feeds/2936453011307972108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=278343111815060470&amp;postID=2936453011307972108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/2936453011307972108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/2936453011307972108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/2010/01/day-3-rain-y-recoleta.html' title='Day 3: Rain y Recoleta'/><author><name>The Acosta Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826944556467895514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278343111815060470.post-9144546188447866049</id><published>2010-01-15T19:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T03:57:43.672-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2: Tropical Storms and Pistachio Creme Brulee</title><content type='html'>I love creme brulee. It's probably my favorite dessert ever. And the pistachio creme brulee we had tonight? Made me seriously consider moving to Argentina for like a full 30 seconds. Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like it here. Of all the places we've gone on vacation this is by far the most livable. Meaning I really could see myself living here and being happy. We've traveled to some crazy places but none had any "home" potential. This does. No worries, I'm not jumping ship anytime soon. But it feels good here. Normal, understandable (with Juan's help), and just comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We slept in (woo hoo!) and then had a lovely breakfast in the club. We're nearing tarnished iron status with Hilton as our years of traveling have finally worn off. Luckily though we managed to get a room on the club floor and free breakfast each morning. Love that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then took off to see the botanical gardens in Palermo. I was super excited to see the plants and trees. Unfortunately though the gardens are closed due to some major storm last week. We instead headed off to the park, toured the rose garden, took pictures of the meteroite at the planetarium and then went to MALBA to appreciate some modern art. They're showing an Andy Warhol exhibit now. I had no idea he was from Pittsburgh. We spent a few hours there and headed to lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch was our first foray into Argentianian steak. The stuff dreams are made of right? Yeah, no. It was awful. Pretty, they do get points for pretty but the taste was bad. This was a place the book reccomended and I'd picked because it promised goat cheese. No goat cheese though and our meat was so over cooked that it was almost inediable. It was a good learning experience though and we headed back to the hotel for a nap. Yeah buddy - two hour nap every afternoon. Momma is all over that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight was our super fancy dinner at the French resturant. It was as close to Le Bec Fin as we've come in the last three years. Lovely. A great present from my sweet husband. The meat was amazing and made up for everything we lacked at lunch. And the icing on the cake? Pistachio creme brulee. Wow, just plain wow. I'm a happy girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did get to have a short video call with los Abuelos y Caleb this afternnon. It was good to see C and know he's doing ok. I cried - it's hard to see your baby and not be able to hold him but I'm glad he's doing well at home. Chloe is fine too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we're off to Recoleta to see how the upper crust lives. And to a tango show for dinner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/acostajan/BuenosAiresDay2#"&gt; here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to all,&lt;br /&gt;Jan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278343111815060470-9144546188447866049?l=calebandchloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/feeds/9144546188447866049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=278343111815060470&amp;postID=9144546188447866049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/9144546188447866049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/9144546188447866049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/2010/01/day-2-tropical-storms-and-pistachio.html' title='Day 2: Tropical Storms and Pistachio Creme Brulee'/><author><name>The Acosta Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826944556467895514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278343111815060470.post-692504788919504436</id><published>2010-01-14T17:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T17:52:30.219-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 1: Bolivia or Bust</title><content type='html'>Bolivia? Yup, Bolivia.&lt;br /&gt;Our trip started off well yesterday - no trouble in Austin, Dallas or Miami with the flights or connections. We settled in our fancy first class seats and headed south. Until about 3am in some other time zone that is. ..&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't sleeping well - I know, I know. Leave it to Jan to not even be able to sleep in the fancy seats but whatever, my back was hurting and there was no sleeping to be had. (Unlike my sweet husband who was so totally gone that I could hear him snoring even across the divider and over the roar of the 777 engine.)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so I began to notice more activity than usual up front. We had about 2 hrs until landing so I figured they were getting breakfast ready and all that jazz. Nope. Apparently some poor guy in the back was having or about to have a heart attack and they were trying to decide what to do. The pilot came on and said we were turning around and flying 45 minutes north to Santa Cruz, Bolivia. Now, if I was having a medical emergency a middle-of-nowhere town in Bolivia would not be my first choice. But, I guess the 45 min trip back vs. two hours to Buenos Aires seemed the best choice. Ironically, there were two doctors on board and one was this guy's daughter. Our flight attendant joked that the guy was thinking that paying her medical school tuition was probably a good decision right about then.&lt;br /&gt;Bolivia was pretty desolate. Basically, we saw dirt roads and a landing strip. They opened the door and a bunch of firefighters and medics ran on the plane all wearing face masks. Pretty entertaining! We were on the ground for about an hour or so. Then we headed on to BA. We arrived about three hours late but safe and sound.&lt;br /&gt;We showered and went out for lunch. We ended up eating with the two women in line in front of us at the restaurant. They were here just for a day and about to fly further south to take a cruise of Antarctica. How fun is that!&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and an FYI to anyone thinking of coming to Argentina. They are now charging a $133 pp Visa fee upon arrival. Surprise!&lt;br /&gt;And for the record my husband’s favorite part of Day 1 was flying over Cuba. He got a kick out of that.&lt;br /&gt;We took a nap and are getting ready to go have pizza for dinner. So, in summary, we're here, first class is pretty sweet, Bolivia is boring and I'm sunburned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/acostajan/BuenosAiresDay1#"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to all,&lt;br /&gt;Jan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278343111815060470-692504788919504436?l=calebandchloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/feeds/692504788919504436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=278343111815060470&amp;postID=692504788919504436' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/692504788919504436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/692504788919504436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/2010/01/day-1-bolivia-or-bust.html' title='Day 1: Bolivia or Bust'/><author><name>The Acosta Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826944556467895514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278343111815060470.post-6769109091460172898</id><published>2010-01-12T11:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T11:46:59.117-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmm.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;We're off to a good start around here....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday Juan was doing a last-minute run to Sam's as we prepared to leave on vacation. Caleb and I were at home playing our new favorite game entitled "slide fake food down the boy tunnel and giggle a lot". If you haven't tried it then you should. Anyway, our fake food of choice was half of a hamburger bun that my toddler seemed convinced was really a pizza. Odd, because he doesn't like pizza. He slid the "pizza" down the tunnel and it popped up off of one of the metal rings shaping the tunnel and hit me square in the corner of my left eye. I have a nice goose egg and the beginnings of a bruise. Lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juan was looking for a coat at Sam's. It seems that somehow "we" managed to lose his in the move. No comments on that from the wife, just suffice it to say that we are completely unaware of the location of his coat. And he needs a coat if he wants to go tromping around glaciers. So, as I was recovering my my near blinding he comes traipsing in the back door with his new coat. And I laugh. It's a grey faux suede hoodie of sorts and in it he's a dead ringer for the Unibomber. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how are we going to fare tomorrow at the security check-in at the airport? Me sporting a black eye and sobbing uncontrollably because I've just left my precious baby behind and the Unibomber holding my arm? Just peachy, I'm sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the icing on the cake? Juan says that there are no port-a-potties on glaciers. WTH people! How exactly am I supposed to pee on ice then? Sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278343111815060470-6769109091460172898?l=calebandchloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/feeds/6769109091460172898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=278343111815060470&amp;postID=6769109091460172898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/6769109091460172898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/6769109091460172898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/2010/01/hmmm.html' title='Hmmm.....'/><author><name>The Acosta Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826944556467895514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278343111815060470.post-4888790220625771093</id><published>2010-01-08T06:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T06:56:40.872-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Difference!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/2009/01/braces-who-needs-braces.html"&gt;One year ago&lt;/a&gt;.... and &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/acostajan/2010January#5423845971747631474"&gt;now&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278343111815060470-4888790220625771093?l=calebandchloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/feeds/4888790220625771093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=278343111815060470&amp;postID=4888790220625771093' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/4888790220625771093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/4888790220625771093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-difference.html' title='What a Difference!'/><author><name>The Acosta Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826944556467895514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278343111815060470.post-4033124285454390920</id><published>2010-01-07T11:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T18:01:49.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Magical Pajamas</title><content type='html'>So, in my loser blogger-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ness&lt;/span&gt;, I managed to miss posting on Thanksgiving, Christmas and now New Years. So, for the record:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Thanksgiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And wishing you a joyful and prosperous 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, that's done. Now onto the important stuff. Magical pajamas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My pathetic excuse for not blogging in over a month is lack of sleep. During the month of December Caleb slept through the night exactly 3 times. Out of 31.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We tried various approaches. First, we caved and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;stumbled&lt;/span&gt; down the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hall&lt;/span&gt; at 4:30 am (it is ALWAYS 4:30 for some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;bizarre&lt;/span&gt; reason) plucked him out of the crib and into bed with us. This was a great plan if you were Juan b/c all Caleb wanted was to lay on my chest and ram his big baby head into my wind pipe and sleep. Not so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;conducive&lt;/span&gt; for Mom's sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reasoning was that the entire month of December would be rough with grandparents &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;visiting&lt;/span&gt;, holidays and general merriment. We thought we could just make it til January and then re-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Ferberize&lt;/span&gt; after Juan and I got back from vacation. I mean, why go through the drama and wailing to just have to redo it again after we get back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, just going with it worked until the week of Christmas but by then Caleb was waking up 2-3 times a night and screaming for Nana or Mama. Not cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Ferberized&lt;/span&gt;. That kinda worked but then we all realized that there was a pattern forming. Caleb slept all night when he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;wore&lt;/span&gt; his fleece footie pajamas. He didn't sleep all night when he wore his normal pajamas. Eager to test our theory we tried the magic pajamas two nights in a row. He slept. We slept. Hooray for magic pajamas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was he cold? Not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;snugly&lt;/span&gt; enough? Is is a fluke? No clue. But you know who was at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Carter's&lt;/span&gt; bright and early to buy more fleece &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;footie&lt;/span&gt; pajamas the next day right? Yours truly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are now the proud owners of 3 pairs of magic pajamas. I'm not going to question what works people. Let's hear it for the fleece footies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I promise frequent updates while we're on vacation!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278343111815060470-4033124285454390920?l=calebandchloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/feeds/4033124285454390920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=278343111815060470&amp;postID=4033124285454390920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/4033124285454390920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/4033124285454390920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/2010/01/magical-pajamas.html' title='Magical Pajamas'/><author><name>The Acosta Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826944556467895514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278343111815060470.post-5566455668225142820</id><published>2009-11-30T18:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T18:50:41.504-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ringa Ringa</title><content type='html'>Our evening routine is as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dinner at 6:30&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bath at 7:00&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Family playtime in Caleb's room from 7:30-8:00&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bedtime is 8:00&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;We started doing the 30 min of family playtime a couple of months ago. Before then we let Caleb play in the play room with his toys until bedtime. We were having trouble with Caleb getting too riled up and putting up a fuss when it came time to brush teeth and go to sleep. So, thanks to Juan, family playtime was born.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The rules of family playtime are that we stay in Caleb's room and either read books or play and sing. We try to keep the wrestling to a minimum and the vibe calm. Well, as calm as an almost two year old boy can be at least. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Caleb's new favorite thing to do during play time is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ringa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ringa&lt;/span&gt; - also known as Ring Around the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Rosies&lt;/span&gt; for those of you know not well versed in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Toddlerish&lt;/span&gt;. He loves it and does a fabulous dramatic fall at the end. He also insists that we ALL play (no sitting out by Dada) and we ALL have to fall down. He then heroically pulls Juan and I back to a sitting position and it all begins again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Family bonding at it's best. All three on the floor giggling, holding hands and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;spending&lt;/span&gt; time as a family. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am so very thankful.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278343111815060470-5566455668225142820?l=calebandchloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/feeds/5566455668225142820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=278343111815060470&amp;postID=5566455668225142820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/5566455668225142820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/5566455668225142820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/2009/11/ringa-ringa.html' title='Ringa Ringa'/><author><name>The Acosta Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826944556467895514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278343111815060470.post-5257021546347273397</id><published>2009-11-15T16:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T16:20:39.628-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Owie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EQLV2Hswh48/SwCaOrs8iXI/AAAAAAAAHwc/9A2-VmY6ybI/s1600-h/DSC_0650.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404489129884682610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EQLV2Hswh48/SwCaOrs8iXI/AAAAAAAAHwc/9A2-VmY6ybI/s320/DSC_0650.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We have our first real injury. Caleb managed to stick the ring finger of his left hand in the door at school as it was closing about a week and a half ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pinched the skin off of the pad of his finger (that's the right term, right?) and severely bruised the nail. Half of the nail now looks dead. I'm not sure what will happen as it grows out, guess we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, a bruised finger is not an excuse for not being a timely blogger. I promise to try harder as we move into the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EQLV2Hswh48/SwCaOfiBEbI/AAAAAAAAHwU/m0So2ZXF2yE/s1600-h/DSC_0651.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404489126617616818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EQLV2Hswh48/SwCaOfiBEbI/AAAAAAAAHwU/m0So2ZXF2yE/s320/DSC_0651.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278343111815060470-5257021546347273397?l=calebandchloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/feeds/5257021546347273397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=278343111815060470&amp;postID=5257021546347273397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/5257021546347273397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/5257021546347273397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/2009/11/owie.html' title='Owie'/><author><name>The Acosta Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826944556467895514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EQLV2Hswh48/SwCaOrs8iXI/AAAAAAAAHwc/9A2-VmY6ybI/s72-c/DSC_0650.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278343111815060470.post-3813740217896645362</id><published>2009-10-29T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T10:46:55.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Clean Thursday</title><content type='html'>Today started off well. I worked for a few hours and then decided to run some errands before lunch. In an effort to be efficient I started a load of laundry and then headed off to Target. Found everything I needed there and was back home within 30-45 minutes at most. When I came in the back door Chloe had a major &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hissy&lt;/span&gt; fit. I fussed at her and told her to go get on her bed. She snorted and gave me a you-have-no-clue-do-you? look. I didn't. Until I walked into the laundry room to switch out the clothes and saw this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398078441572604274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EQLV2Hswh48/SunTvguhGXI/AAAAAAAAHnA/hCt9nkQB3Lk/s320/IMG_0135.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seems as though some little fingers pushed the spin cycle button until it got to extra high. And that brand new, totally full bottle of Tide on top of the washer? It spun right off! And onto the floor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I stared in disbelief, ran to find the phone to call Juan, took a picture, laughed, and cleaned it up. Note: My husband said at least ten times for me to be careful and not slip and break an arm. I was careful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The up side? My house &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;smells&lt;/span&gt; Tide-fresh. My laundry room floor is clean. I wiped the baseboards down too for good measure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The down side? I don't think the slippery-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ness&lt;/span&gt; will ever go away. Oh, and we need more Tide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope your Thursday is as clean as ours!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Halloween&lt;/span&gt; pictures coming soon....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278343111815060470-3813740217896645362?l=calebandchloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/feeds/3813740217896645362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=278343111815060470&amp;postID=3813740217896645362' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/3813740217896645362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/3813740217896645362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/2009/10/clean-thursday.html' title='Clean Thursday'/><author><name>The Acosta Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826944556467895514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EQLV2Hswh48/SunTvguhGXI/AAAAAAAAHnA/hCt9nkQB3Lk/s72-c/IMG_0135.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278343111815060470.post-5081160621363518864</id><published>2009-10-18T15:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T10:54:17.709-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ten Wonderful Things About Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Caleb sleeping until 5:03 am and then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;snuggling&lt;/span&gt; with Mama and napping on the couch until 6:23 am when Dada came and woke us up. It's illegal and I don't care. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Walking/Running the IBM 10K with Juan, Caleb and Angelica. Armed with a healthy supply of fruit snacks, Cheerios and excellent company we all had a lovely race.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Caleb falling asleep on the way home and being carried up to his bed still asleep - coat and shoes still on - and sleeping for 1 hr and 45 min. My kid! And yes, we made sure he was still breathing after an hour and a half.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The above napping toddler allowing Juan and I to have breakfast in peace. Coffee, pancakes, sausage, the paper and eating quietly together. Not having to get up from the table 100 times to refill a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sippy&lt;/span&gt;, get more applesauce or retrieve a flung fork from afar. Kinda like life before baby...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Caleb waking up in a fabulous mood and playing a hearty round of race and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;nunnel&lt;/span&gt;. Love him!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Caleb saying "yes" for the first time. Way better than "No no no no no no".&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Taking a trip as a family to ride the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;choo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;choo&lt;/span&gt; in Cedar Park. It even had a haunted &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;nunnel&lt;/span&gt;! And for only $2.50 people! We are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; going back.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stopping by the outlet mall on the way home to get Caleb some long pants and realizing that the purse I want for Christmas at Coach is 50% off and they only have one left. And having my dear husband say "Well we should buy it then, right?". Hell yes!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pushing Caleb around the sports court on this trike and listening to him squeal with delight.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Making meatloaf and gravy for dinner. Rice with red gravy is one of my most favorite things. Yum!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hope your Sunday was as great as ours!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278343111815060470-5081160621363518864?l=calebandchloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/feeds/5081160621363518864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=278343111815060470&amp;postID=5081160621363518864' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/5081160621363518864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/5081160621363518864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/2009/10/ten-wonderful-things-about-sunday.html' title='Ten Wonderful Things About Sunday'/><author><name>The Acosta Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826944556467895514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278343111815060470.post-8887085649074842908</id><published>2009-10-05T16:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T16:27:50.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Enter the Nunnel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EQLV2Hswh48/Ssp_Tg0jGrI/AAAAAAAAHVs/ws5oqmbalRg/s1600-h/IMG_1300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389259877306800818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EQLV2Hswh48/Ssp_Tg0jGrI/AAAAAAAAHVs/ws5oqmbalRg/s320/IMG_1300.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Otherwise know as "Why Juan should Win Father of the Year". It rained this weekend. A lot. So, my toddler couldn't play outside. At all. What does one do with a energy-laden toddler who can't play outside? In a moment of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;brilliance&lt;/span&gt; my dear &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;husband&lt;/span&gt; built Caleb a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;nunnel&lt;/span&gt;. (That's tunnel to those of you who don't speak &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Toddlerish&lt;/span&gt;). Our nunnel is hand-crafted of dining room chairs, a couch pillow and an IBM beach towel - finest grade nunnel makings in all of east Round Rock.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Nunnels&lt;/span&gt; are my son's second favorite things. Bridges are #3 and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Choo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Choos&lt;/span&gt; are #1. He loves going under overpasses. "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Nunnel&lt;/span&gt; Mama, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;nunnel&lt;/span&gt; Mama!" I hear joyously from the back seat. And so what in the world could be cooler than your very own &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;nunnel&lt;/span&gt; people! Nothing, nothing at all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a side note one might wonder why the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;nunnel&lt;/span&gt; picture has Chloe in it instead of Caleb. That's because if I took Caleb's picture I would have been roped into playing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;nunnel&lt;/span&gt; afterwards. And my poor back just can't bend quite as easily as it once did. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Da&lt;/span&gt;! We love our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;nunnel&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278343111815060470-8887085649074842908?l=calebandchloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/feeds/8887085649074842908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=278343111815060470&amp;postID=8887085649074842908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/8887085649074842908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/8887085649074842908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/2009/10/enter-nunnel.html' title='Enter the Nunnel'/><author><name>The Acosta Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826944556467895514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EQLV2Hswh48/Ssp_Tg0jGrI/AAAAAAAAHVs/ws5oqmbalRg/s72-c/IMG_1300.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278343111815060470.post-7157565875298305868</id><published>2009-10-02T15:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T17:25:12.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crash</title><content type='html'>I'm a lame-o blogger. I didn't write our &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/acostajan/ReeseComesOverToPlay#"&gt;super fun visit with Reese, Kasey and George&lt;/a&gt;. I also didn't write about &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/acostajan/FirstTripToTheZoo#"&gt;Caleb's first trip to the zoo&lt;/a&gt;. I did post pictures though. That's better than nothing right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caleb has an ear infection. Appears as though his left tube has come out or is blocked. We have an appt on Tuesday with the ENT to see what's going on. Antibiotics have made him happy again. Thus, we're all doing well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now onto the point of this post - Crash - the most fun game EVER! Credit goes to our Nana for teaching us all how to play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crash is very simple. You get two objects - preferable the choo choo and the bus - and you make them crash. Over and over and over and over. Whichever vehicle Caleb has usually wins. If you want to annoy him you make yours drive off in a different direction. I mean, why have kids if you don't harass them a little? Anyway, here's a &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WwTb35IivVM"&gt;super fun video &lt;/a&gt;of our game of Crash this afternoon. Have a great weekend everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278343111815060470-7157565875298305868?l=calebandchloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/feeds/7157565875298305868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=278343111815060470&amp;postID=7157565875298305868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/7157565875298305868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/7157565875298305868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/2009/10/crash.html' title='Crash'/><author><name>The Acosta Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826944556467895514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278343111815060470.post-5321635349777896015</id><published>2009-09-18T11:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T11:10:21.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flashback Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EQLV2Hswh48/SrPL-QNKe5I/AAAAAAAAHGQ/u78x3hZtFmM/s1600-h/Img_4697.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382870250000382866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EQLV2Hswh48/SrPL-QNKe5I/AAAAAAAAHGQ/u78x3hZtFmM/s320/Img_4697.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday was our 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; wedding anniversary. This picture was taken the morning after we got engaged, at the top of Haleakala. Juan rode the bike down, I preferred to take in the view from the van. We've come a long way in the last seven and a half years. He's made me a better person. And he made me a mommy. My husband is the most devoted and loving person I've ever met. He'd do anything for his family and works so hard to ensure we're well taken care of and happy. I love you Tiger. Happy Anniversary. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278343111815060470-5321635349777896015?l=calebandchloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/feeds/5321635349777896015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=278343111815060470&amp;postID=5321635349777896015' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/5321635349777896015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/5321635349777896015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/2009/09/flashback-friday_18.html' title='Flashback Friday'/><author><name>The Acosta Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826944556467895514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EQLV2Hswh48/SrPL-QNKe5I/AAAAAAAAHGQ/u78x3hZtFmM/s72-c/Img_4697.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278343111815060470.post-1837744769651135038</id><published>2009-09-16T05:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T05:32:16.852-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EQLV2Hswh48/SrDah59iC6I/AAAAAAAAHGI/jyiWJk46vEo/s1600-h/CalebAndBlankie.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382041830737185698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EQLV2Hswh48/SrDah59iC6I/AAAAAAAAHGI/jyiWJk46vEo/s320/CalebAndBlankie.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; If I didn't know any better I might think he was praying. But alas, he's just staring in awe at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ceiling&lt;/span&gt; fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278343111815060470-1837744769651135038?l=calebandchloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/feeds/1837744769651135038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=278343111815060470&amp;postID=1837744769651135038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/1837744769651135038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/1837744769651135038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/2009/09/wodless-wednesday.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>The Acosta Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826944556467895514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EQLV2Hswh48/SrDah59iC6I/AAAAAAAAHGI/jyiWJk46vEo/s72-c/CalebAndBlankie.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278343111815060470.post-331286250868403671</id><published>2009-09-14T18:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T18:19:51.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 18m Birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EQLV2Hswh48/Sq7ri5ASLbI/AAAAAAAAG_g/N--0PbmJExI/s1600-h/IMG_1062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381497589404413362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EQLV2Hswh48/Sq7ri5ASLbI/AAAAAAAAG_g/N--0PbmJExI/s320/IMG_1062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love my boys!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278343111815060470-331286250868403671?l=calebandchloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/feeds/331286250868403671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=278343111815060470&amp;postID=331286250868403671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/331286250868403671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/331286250868403671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-18m-birthday.html' title='Happy 18m Birthday!'/><author><name>The Acosta Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826944556467895514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EQLV2Hswh48/Sq7ri5ASLbI/AAAAAAAAG_g/N--0PbmJExI/s72-c/IMG_1062.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278343111815060470.post-4963461353611176278</id><published>2009-09-10T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T13:56:10.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Wa Wa! Big Wa Wa!</title><content type='html'>Those were Caleb's first thoughts on the beach - which he referred to as the "pool". He loved it! He shoveled things, splashed, made mud and knocked over any attempts by his father or grandfather to build a sandcastle. Needless to say, we had a wonderful time. It was overcast, warm and perfect toddler beach weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip down and back was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;. Caleb was awake more than in trips past and so copious amounts of cheerios and goldfish were needed to keep him content and occupied. I consider that pretty easy in the grand scheme. What was much harder was sleeping. Caleb's not a big fan of the pack-n-play and being subjected to sleep in it while his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;snuggly&lt;/span&gt; parents were two feet away in a real bed was simply asking too much. The first night was pretty rough. The second night he had a runny nose (cough,cough) and slept straight through. We'll have to come up with plan b though before we take another trip. I'm afraid the pack-n-play just won't cut it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun to get to see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Abuelita&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Abuelito&lt;/span&gt; and Adriana. Caleb loved having an audience and even Chloe did very well (her first trip to the Valley).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of pictures &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/acostajan/September2009#"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278343111815060470-4963461353611176278?l=calebandchloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/feeds/4963461353611176278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=278343111815060470&amp;postID=4963461353611176278' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/4963461353611176278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/4963461353611176278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/2009/09/big-wa-wa-big-wa-wa.html' title='Big Wa Wa! Big Wa Wa!'/><author><name>The Acosta Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826944556467895514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278343111815060470.post-5221913801445488962</id><published>2009-09-08T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T12:05:10.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EQLV2Hswh48/SqaqEMyfg-I/AAAAAAAAGrE/JF4FB5EIOog/s1600-h/JuanJanAndCaleb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379173794069840866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 146px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EQLV2Hswh48/SqaqEMyfg-I/AAAAAAAAGrE/JF4FB5EIOog/s320/JuanJanAndCaleb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm not sure why this picture turned out so small. I was actually worried it would be too wide for the screen. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was cleaning house today and found this picture of me. I've always said that Caleb has my nose, chin and mouth. But his eyes and forehead are all Juan. I thought it would be fun to post us all together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a fun trip to the beach. Caleb loved the big wa wa. More on that to come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278343111815060470-5221913801445488962?l=calebandchloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/feeds/5221913801445488962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=278343111815060470&amp;postID=5221913801445488962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/5221913801445488962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/5221913801445488962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/2009/09/baby-pictures.html' title='Baby Pictures'/><author><name>The Acosta Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826944556467895514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EQLV2Hswh48/SqaqEMyfg-I/AAAAAAAAGrE/JF4FB5EIOog/s72-c/JuanJanAndCaleb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278343111815060470.post-3228503677155060032</id><published>2009-09-04T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T06:50:44.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flashback Friday</title><content type='html'>Yup, another baby picture. One year ago today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377609182166758050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EQLV2Hswh48/SqEbDzPtsqI/AAAAAAAAGq8/h4eqJ-Z0fPs/s320/DSC_1005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278343111815060470-3228503677155060032?l=calebandchloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/feeds/3228503677155060032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=278343111815060470&amp;postID=3228503677155060032' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/3228503677155060032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/3228503677155060032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/2009/09/flashback-friday.html' title='Flashback Friday'/><author><name>The Acosta Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826944556467895514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EQLV2Hswh48/SqEbDzPtsqI/AAAAAAAAGq8/h4eqJ-Z0fPs/s72-c/DSC_1005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278343111815060470.post-2536754792348587882</id><published>2009-08-30T18:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T18:15:28.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Details, details...</title><content type='html'>Well &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cyberworld&lt;/span&gt;, it took about 18m or so but I'm now officially sure that my son is smarter than I am. Crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He knows the word ball and he also knows that balls are meant to be thrown. He likes to throw. He also knows that non-balls cannot be thrown or else you get sent to time out. He doesn't like time out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The solution?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is a ball. He'll pick up a shoe, block, car etc and proclaim "ball! ball!" and then throw the sucker halfway across the room. Nice. See, is it's a ball then it's a legal throw and you can't fuss mom. Yeah, no. Time out here you come buddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I asked Juan if perhaps Caleb might be a little confused and not know the word "throw" and thus he was saying "ball! ball!" because he wanted to throw and didn't know how else to express himself. I said this in front of Caleb. Who promptly looked at me and said "throw! throw!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The game is on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278343111815060470-2536754792348587882?l=calebandchloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/feeds/2536754792348587882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=278343111815060470&amp;postID=2536754792348587882' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/2536754792348587882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/2536754792348587882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/2009/08/details-deatils.html' title='Details, details...'/><author><name>The Acosta Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826944556467895514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278343111815060470.post-2716873605644468959</id><published>2009-08-26T12:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T12:17:16.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>My sweet boys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EQLV2Hswh48/SpWIuGyNOjI/AAAAAAAAGqU/SxMPp4Xv144/s1600-h/juan_baby1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374352056013109810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EQLV2Hswh48/SpWIuGyNOjI/AAAAAAAAGqU/SxMPp4Xv144/s320/juan_baby1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EQLV2Hswh48/SpWJ2zogtJI/AAAAAAAAGqc/IMhfjuDI9aQ/s1600-h/Caleb_baby1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374353305002620050" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 316px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 261px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EQLV2Hswh48/SpWJ2zogtJI/AAAAAAAAGqc/IMhfjuDI9aQ/s320/Caleb_baby1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EQLV2Hswh48/SpWJ2zogtJI/AAAAAAAAGqc/IMhfjuDI9aQ/s1600-h/Caleb_baby1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278343111815060470-2716873605644468959?l=calebandchloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/feeds/2716873605644468959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=278343111815060470&amp;postID=2716873605644468959' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/2716873605644468959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/2716873605644468959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/2009/08/wordless-wednesday.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>The Acosta Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826944556467895514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EQLV2Hswh48/SpWIuGyNOjI/AAAAAAAAGqU/SxMPp4Xv144/s72-c/juan_baby1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278343111815060470.post-1990569208296079040</id><published>2009-08-20T06:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T06:47:20.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hodgeblog</title><content type='html'>A few random updates for your Thursday morning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;We have a nice visit with Nana, Poppy, Bub and Amber. Amber posted some super cute pictures of Caleb on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;FB&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Our second electric bill came and was quite a bit smaller than the first. You can thank the energy police for that. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Caleb has several new words - home, crash, oops and close. He's also starting to put two and three words together. It's almost like we're having a real conversation. Only about the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;choo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;choo&lt;/span&gt; though. We're still &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;choo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;choo&lt;/span&gt; obsessed.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No big plans this weekend. We're hoping to enjoy some quiet time at home and perhaps take the kiddo to see the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;choo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;choo&lt;/span&gt;. We are truly domesticated!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Juan has some super cute new pictures of Caleb. I'll try and add them to the August album this weekend.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;J&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278343111815060470-1990569208296079040?l=calebandchloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/feeds/1990569208296079040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=278343111815060470&amp;postID=1990569208296079040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/1990569208296079040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/1990569208296079040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/2009/08/hodgeblog.html' title='Hodgeblog'/><author><name>The Acosta Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826944556467895514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278343111815060470.post-9079606242371428447</id><published>2009-08-07T16:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T16:50:46.795-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flashback Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;One year ago today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EQLV2Hswh48/Sny9sR9SlQI/AAAAAAAAGkc/UR5dqD4uRzo/s1600-h/DSC_0226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367373424351155458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EQLV2Hswh48/Sny9sR9SlQI/AAAAAAAAGkc/UR5dqD4uRzo/s320/DSC_0226.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I can't even imagine where we'll be a year from now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278343111815060470-9079606242371428447?l=calebandchloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/feeds/9079606242371428447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=278343111815060470&amp;postID=9079606242371428447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/9079606242371428447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/9079606242371428447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/2009/08/flashback-friday.html' title='Flashback Friday'/><author><name>The Acosta Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826944556467895514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EQLV2Hswh48/Sny9sR9SlQI/AAAAAAAAGkc/UR5dqD4uRzo/s72-c/DSC_0226.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278343111815060470.post-395618327255016901</id><published>2009-08-03T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T11:50:28.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember the Alamo</title><content type='html'>So, you might file this under "duh Jan!" but regardless I thought it was worth a post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend Juan and I took a mini-vacation to San Antonio. We left our little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;darling&lt;/span&gt; in the very capable hands of his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Abuelos&lt;/span&gt; and enjoyed two glorious days of sleeping late, eating out and bumming around. We got to go to two of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;favorite&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;restaurants&lt;/span&gt; and never gave a second though to nap time, bed time, diapers or toddler-friendly environments. Not that we didn't think of the kiddo - we did talk about him all the time and called home twice each day to make sure he was doing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; and not driving my poor in-laws crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the "duh Jan" part? The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;IMAX&lt;/span&gt;. Specifically, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;IMAX&lt;/span&gt; showing the History of the Alamo movie. Now, as a kid growing up in Texas I was taught my fair share of Texas history. I know all about Davy Crockett, Jim Bowie, Santa Ana and fighting for a cause. What I failed to realize until we were about 5 minutes into the Alamo movie was that my husband (who lived in Mexico until he was 12) was taught a different version of the same events. Santa Ana is a hero, not a loser general who spent too much time with his girlfriends at San &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Jacinto&lt;/span&gt;. And all that business about Texas wanting it's freedom? What exactly were the terms of the treaty and who had a right to be there anyway? I'm not so sure that the movie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;portrayed&lt;/span&gt; things exactly as they were. Anyway, it gave me pause. My child is Mexican American. Both sides of the story are his heritage. And as his parents we want to embrace fully both worlds from which he comes. Truthfully and honestly. Good and bad. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Gaudy&lt;/span&gt; trinkets or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will this be a struggle for him? Am I a worry wort mother? Do I not even have the first clue about what it means to be a bi-racial child in this day and time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. But I will remember the Alamo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Thanks to everyone who made this weekend possible!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278343111815060470-395618327255016901?l=calebandchloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/feeds/395618327255016901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=278343111815060470&amp;postID=395618327255016901' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/395618327255016901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/395618327255016901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/2009/08/remember-alamo.html' title='Remember the Alamo'/><author><name>The Acosta Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826944556467895514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278343111815060470.post-4191984967134914247</id><published>2009-07-30T06:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T06:12:30.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'>July Pictures</title><content type='html'>Such a ham!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See pictures &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/acostajan/July#"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278343111815060470-4191984967134914247?l=calebandchloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/feeds/4191984967134914247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=278343111815060470&amp;postID=4191984967134914247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/4191984967134914247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/4191984967134914247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/2009/07/july-pictures.html' title='July Pictures'/><author><name>The Acosta Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826944556467895514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278343111815060470.post-6192774797924666360</id><published>2009-07-28T16:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T16:23:54.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday To Me!</title><content type='html'>Okay, so my birthday isn't actually until tomorrow but whatever. I've been around long enough to start celebrating early if I want. We're skipping swimming lessons tonight and having Bertolli for dinner. I'm in a nostalgic mood and thought I'd start the festivities off with a flash back to 2007. It was my 30th birthday and I was exactly 8 weeks pregnant with Caleb, whom at that point we were all referring to as Francois. Can you even remember?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the email I sent out to publicly announce the news. All of you knew already and we'd just had our first sono with Dr. Binford and were ready to tell the world....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hi Guys,&lt;br /&gt;My 30th birthday is this weekend and today I got the best birthday present ever... Juan and I heard our baby's heartbeat for the first time - yup, we're pregnant! We're about 8 weeks with an expected due date of March 9th. We are absolutely thrilled to say the least.. This will be the first grandchild on either side and our parents are over the moon (in English and Spanish). Jonathan, Adriana and Lily are thrilled too - planning to spoil the baby rotten in retribution for the years of abuse suffered at the hands of their bossy older siblings. Amber has been #1 Aunt seeing to it that we got in with the OB we really wanted. My poor husband has been a real trooper. My mood ranges from moderately difficult to snarling beast. He's taking it all in stride so far and providing lots of Gingerale, Grilled Cheese sandwiches and Twix. As always, Chloe is completely clueless. I've attached our first baby picture - not really looking like a baby yet but I think it's absolutely perfect none the less. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363655510010191634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EQLV2Hswh48/Sm-IRLu5XxI/AAAAAAAAGj8/ZSsTeqr5K20/s320/8weeks_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two years later and the birthdays keep on getting better....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278343111815060470-6192774797924666360?l=calebandchloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/feeds/6192774797924666360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=278343111815060470&amp;postID=6192774797924666360' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/6192774797924666360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/6192774797924666360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday To Me!'/><author><name>The Acosta Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826944556467895514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EQLV2Hswh48/Sm-IRLu5XxI/AAAAAAAAGj8/ZSsTeqr5K20/s72-c/8weeks_edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278343111815060470.post-5974382048350581542</id><published>2009-07-27T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T17:12:45.505-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bon Appetit</title><content type='html'>What do you notice about the picture below?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EQLV2Hswh48/Sm5BroxHv0I/AAAAAAAAGfM/QbnEaHnVcQQ/s1600-h/DSC_0785.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363296424178466626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EQLV2Hswh48/Sm5BroxHv0I/AAAAAAAAGfM/QbnEaHnVcQQ/s320/DSC_0785.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You're supposed to say "Wow! A real place setting - napkin, utensils and a cup without a lid! Pretty brave Mom..." And it is. I decided that the child wouldn't learn how to eat like a civilized person if never given the chance so he's now got exactly what we have and we have happily seen some success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also decided that he needs to start eating what we eat. I'm tired of making two meals three times a day - one for us and one for him. So, we're eating a little less spicy things and he's having to expand his palette a little. It's working ok. Last week Caleb ate shrimp, spaghetti and chicken. This is a huge accomplishment given that he usually avoids all forms of meat and pasta. Last night we had baked fish, baked potatoes, asparagus and tomatoes for dinner. See how cute it looks all cut up and on his plate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EQLV2Hswh48/Sm5BrK4nKJI/AAAAAAAAGfE/agzHrx3vyKE/s1600-h/DSC_0786.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363296416156821650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EQLV2Hswh48/Sm5BrK4nKJI/AAAAAAAAGfE/agzHrx3vyKE/s320/DSC_0786.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He didn't think so. He ate 1/4 of a tomato and promptly haded the rest to me. He tried one bite of asparagus and then threw the rest on the floor. He took one look at the fish promptly poured the contents of his cup (milk) on top of it and asked for "kakers nana" which for those of you not familiar with Todderlish means graham crackers and a banana. I informed him that this WAS dinner and that he'd met his cracker and banana quotient for the day. He glared and proceeded to eat the cheese off of the baked potato. I tried to hide some fish under it in the hopes that he'd eat it by accident. Nope. I finally relented and gave him some carrots. He ate those and we called it a truce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EQLV2Hswh48/Sm5Bq8EaGcI/AAAAAAAAGe8/Cee_jRW10lo/s1600-h/DSC_0787.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363296412179765698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EQLV2Hswh48/Sm5Bq8EaGcI/AAAAAAAAGe8/Cee_jRW10lo/s320/DSC_0787.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We are persevering though.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278343111815060470-5974382048350581542?l=calebandchloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/feeds/5974382048350581542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=278343111815060470&amp;postID=5974382048350581542' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/5974382048350581542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/5974382048350581542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/2009/07/bon-appetit.html' title='Bon Appetit'/><author><name>The Acosta Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826944556467895514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EQLV2Hswh48/Sm5BroxHv0I/AAAAAAAAGfM/QbnEaHnVcQQ/s72-c/DSC_0785.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278343111815060470.post-3964161046164988260</id><published>2009-07-19T14:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T14:16:41.084-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Heart IKEA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360282622051427282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EQLV2Hswh48/SmOMpQ8TI9I/AAAAAAAAGd8/yeHzA9AtgeE/s320/DSC_0581.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last weekend Angelica and I went to IKEA to see if we could find some storage for the playroom. I wanted something that would hold toys and be functional without being too childish since the room also doubles as the media room. I also wanted it to go with the entertainment center which is a dark wood. We found a bookcase that looked perfect and so yesterday Juan, Caleb and I went back to take another look. Luckily for us it was 50% off! Hello! That means it was just $109. The only one left however was the floor model which luckily didn't even have a scratch or ding. Getting it home already assembled was a bit tricky but we made it and Juan got it upstairs and I put everything away. I love it. So totally love it and am VERY proud of us. What do you think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And as a bonus - check out how WHITE this baby's butt is!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360283016860702290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EQLV2Hswh48/SmONAPuKllI/AAAAAAAAGeE/murghxOfdY0/s320/DSC_0583.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278343111815060470-3964161046164988260?l=calebandchloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/feeds/3964161046164988260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=278343111815060470&amp;postID=3964161046164988260' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/3964161046164988260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/3964161046164988260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-heart-ikea.html' title='I Heart IKEA'/><author><name>The Acosta Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826944556467895514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EQLV2Hswh48/SmOMpQ8TI9I/AAAAAAAAGd8/yeHzA9AtgeE/s72-c/DSC_0581.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278343111815060470.post-5840196355194277026</id><published>2009-07-19T10:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T10:26:52.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Condiments</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EQLV2Hswh48/SmNXQJ1RPyI/AAAAAAAAGd0/CcChD5uhSuw/s1600-h/IMG_0835.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360223916529893154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EQLV2Hswh48/SmNXQJ1RPyI/AAAAAAAAGd0/CcChD5uhSuw/s320/IMG_0835.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think he liked the ketchup...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278343111815060470-5840196355194277026?l=calebandchloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/feeds/5840196355194277026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=278343111815060470&amp;postID=5840196355194277026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/5840196355194277026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/5840196355194277026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/2009/07/condiments.html' title='Condiments'/><author><name>The Acosta Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826944556467895514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EQLV2Hswh48/SmNXQJ1RPyI/AAAAAAAAGd0/CcChD5uhSuw/s72-c/IMG_0835.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278343111815060470.post-420146882718544772</id><published>2009-07-17T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T06:42:37.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I Say Every Day</title><content type='html'>Pretty entertaining if I do say so myself. Get it? Say so? And it's things I say? Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Uh oh what?&lt;/em&gt; Caleb says uh oh and I have no clue what for. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stop pulling her hair out!&lt;/em&gt; He has a new fascination with Chloe's fur and loves pulling it out by the handful. Nice.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;You've had enough bananas for today. Let's eat something else.&lt;/em&gt; Yesterday he ate 3 bananas and still wanted more. He really is a little monkey.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dude, don't throw your food. If you're done eating then just say so.&lt;/em&gt; This requires no explanation.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where's the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;choo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;choo&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/em&gt; Great distraction although I do feel a bit guilty when I know that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;choo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;choo&lt;/span&gt; is nowhere to be found and that he's just wasting his time looking for it. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's too hot for outside. Let's play inside.&lt;/em&gt; Never works but it's worth a try.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wow, you are so pretty.&lt;/em&gt; He is. So very pretty.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nice touches. Don't poke Mommy's eyes out please.&lt;/em&gt; He knows where your eyes are and he loves to poke. Hard.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seriously. Where do you learn these things? &lt;/em&gt;He knows how to put the lid on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;tupperware&lt;/span&gt;. He can do a puzzle meant for 3yd &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;olds&lt;/span&gt;. Oh, and he also knows how to undo the top buckle on his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;carseat&lt;/span&gt;. Why me? Why me?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love you big boy.&lt;/em&gt; I do. A lot. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Have a great weekend!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278343111815060470-420146882718544772?l=calebandchloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/feeds/420146882718544772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=278343111815060470&amp;postID=420146882718544772' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/420146882718544772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/420146882718544772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/2009/07/things-i-say-every-day.html' title='Things I Say Every Day'/><author><name>The Acosta Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826944556467895514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278343111815060470.post-6209990891892202165</id><published>2009-07-16T06:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T06:11:47.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Thursday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EQLV2Hswh48/Sl8mzFHYVtI/AAAAAAAAGdU/go-h7FDOeTk/s1600-h/DSC_0476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359044740582495954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EQLV2Hswh48/Sl8mzFHYVtI/AAAAAAAAGdU/go-h7FDOeTk/s320/DSC_0476.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is what happens when Mom leaves the bag of goldfish too close to the edge of the table. He thought it was fun to stomp on them. Nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278343111815060470-6209990891892202165?l=calebandchloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/feeds/6209990891892202165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=278343111815060470&amp;postID=6209990891892202165' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/6209990891892202165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/6209990891892202165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/2009/07/wordless-thursday.html' title='Wordless Thursday'/><author><name>The Acosta Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826944556467895514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EQLV2Hswh48/Sl8mzFHYVtI/AAAAAAAAGdU/go-h7FDOeTk/s72-c/DSC_0476.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278343111815060470.post-3002915231430516003</id><published>2009-07-14T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T10:20:34.945-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Shoes</title><content type='html'>Caleb and I went shopping this morning for new shoes. His old shoes had been through quite a bit and were getting too tight. We went to the Stride Rite outlet and found snazzy new shoes for just $30. Score!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;House pictures and new shoes pictures &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/acostajan/July2009#"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278343111815060470-3002915231430516003?l=calebandchloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/feeds/3002915231430516003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=278343111815060470&amp;postID=3002915231430516003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/3002915231430516003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/3002915231430516003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/2009/07/new-shoes.html' title='New Shoes'/><author><name>The Acosta Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826944556467895514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278343111815060470.post-2667684179085309920</id><published>2009-07-10T12:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T12:39:42.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Update</title><content type='html'>My car is sick. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bleah&lt;/span&gt;. That's managed to blow whatever &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;concentration&lt;/span&gt; I had left on this hot Friday afternoon so I thought I'd entertain all of you with some updates on our adventures in the new house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Pool Cover. The pool cover was installed on Monday. It's pretty snazzy and we are quite happy. The only issue so far has been that Chloe can't drink the pool water when it's on. She's annoyed but we're thinking that pool water probably isn't good for bassets anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. New Dishwasher. I have a new dishwasher. Don't ask why. Or at least don't ask why in front of my husband. Just wait til he's not around and tell me it's pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Decorations! A huge thanks to my parents for helping spruce up the new digs last weekend. Eat your heart out Martha Stewart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Caleb and Chloe are both sleeping through the night again. Such a relief to be back in our normal routine and well rested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What's left? We still have NO clue where Juan's running watch or his scuba goggles are. Note: I was not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;responsible&lt;/span&gt; for packing either of those items. I've checked and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;rechecked&lt;/span&gt; every remaining box in this house. I think they must be in the garage somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll add pictures soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all have a fantastic weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278343111815060470-2667684179085309920?l=calebandchloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/feeds/2667684179085309920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=278343111815060470&amp;postID=2667684179085309920' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/2667684179085309920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/2667684179085309920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/2009/07/weekend-update.html' title='Weekend Update'/><author><name>The Acosta Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826944556467895514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278343111815060470.post-7922159731380179121</id><published>2009-06-29T19:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T19:40:21.841-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Sweet Home</title><content type='html'>We're home! The last week has been long, tiring and at times quite stressful but we're here now and mostly settled. I owe a huge thanks to a few people for their help over the last week. And so that brings us to the (last ever) Acosta Family Moving Awards!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please give a round of applause to....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;The &lt;strong&gt;Best Use of Psycho-manipulation on Sellers&lt;/strong&gt; award goes proudly goes to my dear father for convincing the previous owners to let us in before we were legally supposed to. Granted, they were supposed to be out 12 hours earlier and stayed at least two hours &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;after&lt;/span&gt; the house was ours but it saved us the extra expense of paying the movers to hold our stuff. Thanks Poppy. I knew that shrink stuff would come in handy some day.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The &lt;strong&gt;Super Brave Toilet Cleaner&lt;/strong&gt; award goes to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Abuelita&lt;/span&gt;. Not only did she drive by herself to our new house but she fearlessly tackled dirty toilets everywhere to ensure we could all pee with a clear conscience. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Muchas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;gracias&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Abuelita&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The &lt;strong&gt;Above and Beyond the Cleaning Call of Duty&lt;/strong&gt; award goes to Angelica for driving all the way up here to the North Pole after a really long day battling RNA strands just to wipe out really dirty cabinets and help my dad find sheets for his bed. I owe you big time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The &lt;strong&gt;Super Duper Baby &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Proofer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; award goes to my father-in-law for not only securing every cabinet, drawer and outlet in this house but for also figuring out how to install baby gates to banisters at very tricky angles. Nobody is getting past you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Abuelito&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The &lt;strong&gt;Honestly the Smartest One in the Bunch&lt;/strong&gt; award goes to Nana. She took the kid and skipped town. Seriously, why didn't I think of that? Thanks for showing Caleb a little bit of Oz and lots of love and attention. And yes, we totally credit you for his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;new found&lt;/span&gt; ability to say "no" and "mine".&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The &lt;strong&gt;Wow, I'm So Lucky to be Married to You&lt;/strong&gt; award goes to Juan. He worked his butt off to get us here and settled. I love you dude. Thanks for being such an amazing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Da&lt;/span&gt; and husband. And also for fixing the garage door &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;openers&lt;/span&gt;. That is VERY appreciated.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;In summary, we're here, we're settled and we're so very happy to be starting this next chapter in our lives. Want to see pictures? Look &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/acostajan/NewHousePictures#"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Want to come and visit? Come on!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278343111815060470-7922159731380179121?l=calebandchloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/feeds/7922159731380179121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=278343111815060470&amp;postID=7922159731380179121' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/7922159731380179121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/7922159731380179121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/2009/06/home-sweet-home.html' title='Home Sweet Home'/><author><name>The Acosta Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826944556467895514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278343111815060470.post-5831187026565055341</id><published>2009-06-22T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T08:49:22.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drinking Coffee From A Dixie Cup</title><content type='html'>That sounds like a bad country song eh? Well, it's life around here on this muggy Monday morning. We've got one day to go and things are moving along. Today we have some minor packing to do and then several errands to run plus &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;yard work&lt;/span&gt;. We'll sign, sign and move tomorrow. I'll post an update once we're there and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;reattached&lt;/span&gt; to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;cyber&lt;/span&gt; world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278343111815060470-5831187026565055341?l=calebandchloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/feeds/5831187026565055341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=278343111815060470&amp;postID=5831187026565055341' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/5831187026565055341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/5831187026565055341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/2009/06/drinking-coffee-from-dixie-cup.html' title='Drinking Coffee From A Dixie Cup'/><author><name>The Acosta Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826944556467895514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278343111815060470.post-2526190856065369602</id><published>2009-06-16T05:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T05:41:37.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Potty Talk</title><content type='html'>So let me start by saying that I am not ready to potty train my 15m old. My plan is still to wait until 2y before making a push for the big potty. I am happy to report though that in the meantime Caleb is starting to show &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-potty interest. So, the point of this post is to give you a good laugh and perhaps brag a little about my kiddo and his ability to poop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following conversation started happening about two weeks ago:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caleb: I poo.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Caleb poo poo?&lt;br /&gt;Caleb: I poo.&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;em&gt;Sniffing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Me: Yup, Caleb poo poo. Time for a clean diaper. Diaper! Diaper!&lt;br /&gt;Caleb: &lt;em&gt;Runs to his room and stops in front of the changing table&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Me: Good job! Caleb poo poo! New diaper, new diaper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were so totally proud that a.) the kid realized that he'd pooped and b.) that he's willing to follow directions and go into his room willingly to be changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a few days ago the conversation changed a little...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caleb: I poo&lt;br /&gt;Me: Okay then, let's go get a new diaper.&lt;br /&gt;Caleb: &lt;em&gt;Runs to his room and stops in front of the changing table&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Dude, there's no poo poo in here. I thought you pooped.&lt;br /&gt;Caleb: I poo&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;em&gt;Sighs. Snaps him back up and puts him on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Caleb: &lt;em&gt;Grunts, turns red and squats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Me: Oh! You were going to poop!&lt;br /&gt;Caleb: I poo. All done.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Juan! He just freaking told me he's done! Isn't that cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't you impressed!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: This does not apply at ALL to peeing. He could care less when he pees or if he's wet. That's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; though. I'll take poop for now. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One week til we move. We're hanging in there...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278343111815060470-2526190856065369602?l=calebandchloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/feeds/2526190856065369602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=278343111815060470&amp;postID=2526190856065369602' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/2526190856065369602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/2526190856065369602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/2009/06/potty-talk.html' title='Potty Talk'/><author><name>The Acosta Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826944556467895514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278343111815060470.post-543759069014013540</id><published>2009-06-12T06:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T06:57:02.869-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So. Grown. Up. Sigh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EQLV2Hswh48/SjJeqUcPe6I/AAAAAAAAE0k/jmthZxJgMLw/s1600-h/June-108+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346439788776881058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EQLV2Hswh48/SjJeqUcPe6I/AAAAAAAAE0k/jmthZxJgMLw/s320/June-108+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278343111815060470-543759069014013540?l=calebandchloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/feeds/543759069014013540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=278343111815060470&amp;postID=543759069014013540' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/543759069014013540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/543759069014013540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/2009/06/so-grown-up-sigh.html' title='So. Grown. Up. Sigh.'/><author><name>The Acosta Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826944556467895514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EQLV2Hswh48/SjJeqUcPe6I/AAAAAAAAE0k/jmthZxJgMLw/s72-c/June-108+(2).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278343111815060470.post-6330260012587835230</id><published>2009-06-04T05:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T05:19:13.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Productive Thursday</title><content type='html'>My work schedule has changed a little bit and so now I'm working for 3 hrs on Thursday mornings. Caleb is now going to school on Thursdays and so I have a good part of the day to clean house and run errands. With everything we've had going on with work and houses this is the first week I'll get to try the new schedule out. Juan and Caleb have left and I'm now about to start my day! Here's my to-do list for today once work is over:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Call to schedule new utilities to be turned on&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Call to reschedule washer/dryer delivery&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Call to reschedule fridge delivery&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Research &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;UHaul&lt;/span&gt; locations and cost&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Email mortgage broker to make sure she has all the paperwork&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Clean both bathrooms. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Bleah&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bathe dog before #5&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go to grocery store so we can eat dinner&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Email Jon and Amber and tell them we've decided we don't need the furniture. Unless they're reading this before I get this far down the list and see it for themselves.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dishes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Laundry&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pay bills&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mop floors&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;My stretch goal is to also pack a few more boxes. And, my "treat" to myself for getting everything done is to take a shower and then decide where I'm going to put things in the cabinets in the new kitchen. Lame perhaps, but it makes me happy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278343111815060470-6330260012587835230?l=calebandchloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/feeds/6330260012587835230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=278343111815060470&amp;postID=6330260012587835230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/6330260012587835230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/6330260012587835230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/2009/06/productive-thursday.html' title='Productive Thursday'/><author><name>The Acosta Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826944556467895514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278343111815060470.post-50043254742115051</id><published>2009-05-27T18:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T18:13:28.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EQLV2Hswh48/Sh3k5ldcbSI/AAAAAAAAEtA/X0JfSXwv1jk/s1600-h/DSC_0010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340676411090562338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EQLV2Hswh48/Sh3k5ldcbSI/AAAAAAAAEtA/X0JfSXwv1jk/s320/DSC_0010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Admit it. You sniff your kid's butt too.  Way easier than fighting him on the changing table only to find he's dry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278343111815060470-50043254742115051?l=calebandchloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/feeds/50043254742115051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=278343111815060470&amp;postID=50043254742115051' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/50043254742115051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/50043254742115051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/2009/05/wordless-wednesday.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>The Acosta Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826944556467895514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EQLV2Hswh48/Sh3k5ldcbSI/AAAAAAAAEtA/X0JfSXwv1jk/s72-c/DSC_0010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278343111815060470.post-4031391043798907669</id><published>2009-05-24T12:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T12:46:02.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Update</title><content type='html'>Hope you are all having a restful Memorial Day weekend. We enjoyed some time with Nana and Poppy and are SO happy to have our puppy girl back home again. No more crawling around on the kitchen floor cleaning up after Caleb! Chloe's home and on food patrol once again! Things are quiet around here now, all three are sleeping and I'm trying to get caught up on bills and email. We went and bought our new fridge, washer and dryer this morning. Very exciting! We've never had "fancy" appliances before and so I can't wait to give them a try at the new house. We're still all systems go for closing a month from today. I'm hoping the time goes quickly and without a lot of stress. We have a lot to pack, a roof to replace and lots to get organized. If you don't already have plans for July 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; please pencil us in. We're planning a housewarming pool party that weekend. Fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278343111815060470-4031391043798907669?l=calebandchloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/feeds/4031391043798907669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=278343111815060470&amp;postID=4031391043798907669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/4031391043798907669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/4031391043798907669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/2009/05/weekend-update.html' title='Weekend Update'/><author><name>The Acosta Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826944556467895514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278343111815060470.post-2324305117660357450</id><published>2009-05-17T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T11:34:48.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fabulous Things About Fourteen Months!</title><content type='html'>Mr. Helpful turned 14m this past week. Wow, time really flies. In honor of his 14m birthday and the fact that I've been blogging more about housing woes than about him lately I'm dedicating this post solely to my little guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14 Fun Facts about 14 Months:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Caleb has a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;blankie&lt;/span&gt; (from Nana and Poppy) and a stuffed elephant (from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Vero&lt;/span&gt; y Cesar) that he just can't part with these days. Nana already bought us a backup &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;blankie&lt;/span&gt; in case ours meets an unfortunate end. Yeah, he's my kid. Gotta love your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;blankie&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Caleb is a talking machine! He has said (at least once): red, thank you, help, Mom, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Da&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Da&lt;/span&gt;, up, outside, uh oh and apple. Now, to the untrained ear these might &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;sound&lt;/span&gt; like baby babble but we're 100% sure that's what he said. Really.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Caleb loves &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;asparagus&lt;/span&gt; and green peas but won't touch mac n cheese or chicken nuggets. No explanation there.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Caleb loves playing outside. All we hear is outside, outside, outside. At 6am, 7pm, rain, heat - no matter. This boy loves his watering cans and dirt.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Caleb understands a ton! If you ask him to go get the book about babies or the dog book or the color book he can rifle though the basket and return with the correct one. How freaking cool is that?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Caleb is an artist at heart. He loves &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;whacking&lt;/span&gt; his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;sippy&lt;/span&gt; on the floor until the milk comes out and then drawing lovely pictures in milk all over my floors. Especially when they've just been cleaned. Thanks kiddo!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Caleb loves his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Da&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Da&lt;/span&gt;. We wait for Juan to come home in the afternoons while playing with the wooden blocks and listening to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Cri&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Cri&lt;/span&gt;. We then bang on the window when we see Juan and run to the door to hug him. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Caleb is a fabulous dancer. He can shake his rear end like no other toddler I've seen. Watch out ladies!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Caleb's favorite (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;inside&lt;/span&gt;) toys are the Rudy's cup and old &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Tupperware&lt;/span&gt;. Why we buy anything else for him I don't know.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Caleb loves flowers and especially enjoys picking the blooms off and bringing them to me. Yeah, we're working on that one.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Caleb can throw a tantrum that would bring tears of joy to my grandmother's eyes. I'm not sure what the little boy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;equivalent&lt;/span&gt; of drama queen is but buddy we've got one here. You try and tell the kid no and see what happens.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Caleb loves &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;bathtime&lt;/span&gt; and splashing. He really, really, really likes it when his Daddy lets him slide up and down in the tub. Once that's done he takes his toys (filled with water of course) and dumps them over the side onto the floor and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;innocently&lt;/span&gt; proclaims "uh oh"!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Caleb loves Chloe. We miss her a LOT and are looking forward to her coming &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;home&lt;/span&gt; from her trip to the great northern wilderness. I hear they have snakes and armadillos up there!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Caleb is the best thing that we've ever done, our greatest joy and our truest love. We tell each other every day what a fantastic little boy we have and how so very lucky we are to be his parents. We love you Scooter!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278343111815060470-2324305117660357450?l=calebandchloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/feeds/2324305117660357450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=278343111815060470&amp;postID=2324305117660357450' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/2324305117660357450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/2324305117660357450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/2009/05/fabulous-things-about-fourteen-months.html' title='Fabulous Things About Fourteen Months!'/><author><name>The Acosta Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826944556467895514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278343111815060470.post-7239204887986101987</id><published>2009-05-10T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T11:55:02.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Casualties of War</title><content type='html'>Moving is rough. The troops are standing firm but unfortunately we're already two men down. Who have we lost? The card reader for the camera and the potato peeler. Let's face it, in the process of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;decluttering&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sometimes&lt;/span&gt; you just have to say screw it and start throwing things in boxes. A realtor calls to show the house and you shove everything on the counter off into a drawer with one fell swoop. It &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;happens&lt;/span&gt;, even to the most organized and anal &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;retentive&lt;/span&gt; of us. And somehow, somewhere, we lost the card reader and the potato peeler. Now, both have been seen and used within the last few days. That means they're n&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ot&lt;/span&gt; in the storage unit but still a&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; large in the house. Perhaps they went AWOL. I know I've considered it a few times this week. But, I'm standing firm and fighting the good fight. Inspections went reasonably well and I don't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;foresee&lt;/span&gt; any deal breakers in the near future. We do have a few issues to resolve but things should be settled this week and then we'll be well on our way to closing in June.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Mother's Day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278343111815060470-7239204887986101987?l=calebandchloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/feeds/7239204887986101987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=278343111815060470&amp;postID=7239204887986101987' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/7239204887986101987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/7239204887986101987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/2009/05/casualties-of-war.html' title='Casualties of War'/><author><name>The Acosta Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826944556467895514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278343111815060470.post-4042426985832618956</id><published>2009-05-08T05:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T05:37:49.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'>House Update</title><content type='html'>This has been quite the week! Seven days ago we were looking forward to a quiet weekend at home. Maybe some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;yard work&lt;/span&gt; or a trip to HEB, nothing more. Now here we are bought, sold and soon to be inspected. They're inspecting our current house tomorrow morning and the new house tomorrow afternoon. Assuming no dead bodies or major &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;structural&lt;/span&gt; issues are found we should be set and all systems go for closing. It's still over a month away but I know the time will go quickly. I've been working hard to educate myself on pools, cook tops and fridges. Exciting and a bit scary at the same time. We've decided we don't like living in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;showable&lt;/span&gt; condition. My boys aren't neat freaks and the poor dog hates having to stay in a kennel (thanks Raider!) while we're gone. It will be over soon though and we are so excited about the new house and the memories we'll have there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think good inspection thoughts for us tomorrow! Happy Mother's Day to me! I want a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;rain check&lt;/span&gt; for a nice fruity drink served poolside...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278343111815060470-4042426985832618956?l=calebandchloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/feeds/4042426985832618956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=278343111815060470&amp;postID=4042426985832618956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/4042426985832618956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/4042426985832618956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/2009/05/house-update.html' title='House Update'/><author><name>The Acosta Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826944556467895514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278343111815060470.post-3247933571365137286</id><published>2009-05-06T17:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T17:50:44.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving On Up...</title><content type='html'>Our offer has been accepted on the new house. And we accepted an above asking price offer on our house this afternoon. First day on the market! Woo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hoo&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're moving to the east side people. Watch out Round Rock!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278343111815060470-3247933571365137286?l=calebandchloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/feeds/3247933571365137286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=278343111815060470&amp;postID=3247933571365137286' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/3247933571365137286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/3247933571365137286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/2009/05/moving-on-up.html' title='Moving On Up...'/><author><name>The Acosta Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826944556467895514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278343111815060470.post-3713803463478401631</id><published>2009-05-05T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T09:57:18.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eventful Weekend</title><content type='html'>We are on the market people! The house has been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt;-cluttered, staged and mostly cleaned. We're now the proud owners of a storage unit and hopefully soon a new house. No word yet on if the sellers have accepted our offer. Our first open house is tomorrow so send the good selling karma and any extra St. Joseph statues my way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will keep you updated as things progress!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278343111815060470-3713803463478401631?l=calebandchloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/feeds/3713803463478401631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=278343111815060470&amp;postID=3713803463478401631' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/3713803463478401631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/3713803463478401631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/2009/05/eventful-weekend.html' title='Eventful Weekend'/><author><name>The Acosta Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826944556467895514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278343111815060470.post-7063268729360035366</id><published>2009-05-02T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T08:43:12.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eat Your Heart Out Neil Sperry</title><content type='html'>Caleb is really into outside. He'll bring me my flip flops and squeal "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ooooosiiiii&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ooooosiiiiii&lt;/span&gt;". Pretty cute. Here are a few pictures of him outside playing. He loves to carry a watering can in each hand and walk around talking to himself and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;wacking&lt;/span&gt; the plants.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331251878914967842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EQLV2Hswh48/SfxpVnLcSSI/AAAAAAAAEgk/natMRbQ_KAo/s320/IMG_0572.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EQLV2Hswh48/SfxohLrvixI/AAAAAAAAEgc/lTDxgULTRqE/s1600-h/IMG_0574.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331250978181057298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EQLV2Hswh48/SfxohLrvixI/AAAAAAAAEgc/lTDxgULTRqE/s320/IMG_0574.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a shot of breakfast #2 this morning. We love our Cheerios! &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331251881359000930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EQLV2Hswh48/SfxpVwSJRWI/AAAAAAAAEgs/MeHFYV2xDTo/s320/IMG_0581.JPG" border="0" /&gt;More pictures (including &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/acostajan/May2009#"&gt;the succulent pictures I promised Kasey&lt;/a&gt;) are here. Hope you all have a great weekend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278343111815060470-7063268729360035366?l=calebandchloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/feeds/7063268729360035366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=278343111815060470&amp;postID=7063268729360035366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/7063268729360035366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/7063268729360035366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/2009/05/eat-your-heart-out-neil-sperry.html' title='Eat Your Heart Out Neil Sperry'/><author><name>The Acosta Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826944556467895514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EQLV2Hswh48/SfxpVnLcSSI/AAAAAAAAEgk/natMRbQ_KAo/s72-c/IMG_0572.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278343111815060470.post-6624157059102506086</id><published>2009-04-25T11:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T11:37:07.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Plague</title><content type='html'>We have the plague. I don't think it's swine flu so no need to rush over with face masks and Lysol. There was a stomach virus going around daycare last week and somehow Juan and I managed to catch it while Caleb stayed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;healthy&lt;/span&gt;. Whatever. I suppose that I should be grateful and thank my lucky stars that my 1y old isn't projectile vomiting all over the house. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Although&lt;/span&gt; it is hard to care for a well and very active toddler while feeling like crap yourself. We've managed so far and I think we're all on the mend now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out toddler room interview went really well yesterday. I went by myself b/c Juan had already been struck down by the plague. I had a lovely chat with Ms. Liz about how fabulous Caleb was doing in the infant room and then an extremely educational chat with Mrs. Linda about what lies ahead for us in the toddler room. Very exciting! The toddler &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;playscape&lt;/span&gt; is super cool and I know he's going to LOVE being outside so much. They said to expect a much sleepier baby for a few weeks - hooray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt;-plague the house while the boys sleep. No playing with swine!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278343111815060470-6624157059102506086?l=calebandchloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/feeds/6624157059102506086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=278343111815060470&amp;postID=6624157059102506086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/6624157059102506086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/6624157059102506086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/2009/04/plague.html' title='Plague'/><author><name>The Acosta Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826944556467895514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278343111815060470.post-3885664512045229075</id><published>2009-04-19T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T08:25:36.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Weekend</title><content type='html'>We have had a super busy weekend! We visited with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Abuelita&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Abuelito&lt;/span&gt; towards the end of last week and Caleb was sad to see them leave on Saturday morning. We then got dressed and headed out to get him a haircut. Caleb's hair grows very quickly and he was a very good boy and cooperated the entire time! Saturday afternoon we made a quick stop by Richard's to say hello and then went on to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Noelito's&lt;/span&gt; birthday party. So much fun! Melva and Noel had a petting zoo and Caleb enjoyed seeing the animals and playing with the other kids. We didn't get home until after 7pm (which is unheard of for us) and then did a quick dinner and bath before Caleb's 8pm bedtime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today should be busy as well. We're off to Home Depot this morning to get air filters and then Caleb has an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;appt&lt;/span&gt; to get his 1yr pictures taken at 3pm. Yes, I realize I'm a bit behind there - but better late than never. We're also having a family picture taken as well. Keep your fingers crossed for baby smiles and no snot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caleb is growing so quickly. He's running everywhere and has learned to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;throw&lt;/span&gt; and kick. Not necessarily the developmental milestones I was hoping for but whatever. He's still not talking much but he understands quite a bit and on some days I'm actually glad he's not talking. Given some of the looks I get it's probably better that I don't know what's on his mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easter pictures in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;slideshow&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278343111815060470-3885664512045229075?l=calebandchloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/feeds/3885664512045229075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=278343111815060470&amp;postID=3885664512045229075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/3885664512045229075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/3885664512045229075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/2009/04/busy-weekend.html' title='Busy Weekend'/><author><name>The Acosta Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826944556467895514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278343111815060470.post-1730319369106175109</id><published>2009-04-14T13:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T13:39:43.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 13m Birthday Mr. Helpful</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EQLV2Hswh48/SeTz97JBvSI/AAAAAAAAEQg/VJQg2xnyZu8/s1600-h/DSC_0009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324648904631893282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EQLV2Hswh48/SeTz97JBvSI/AAAAAAAAEQg/VJQg2xnyZu8/s320/DSC_0009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Caleb is 13 months today. We spent some time this afternoon outside watering the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;day lilies&lt;/span&gt; and irises. Caleb wanted to make sure they were well watered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We came in and dried off and are now about to have our second afternoon snack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I've been a slow poster these last few weeks. Things have been super crazy but will hopefully settle down soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278343111815060470-1730319369106175109?l=calebandchloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/feeds/1730319369106175109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=278343111815060470&amp;postID=1730319369106175109' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/1730319369106175109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/1730319369106175109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-13m-birthday-mr-helpful.html' title='Happy 13m Birthday Mr. Helpful'/><author><name>The Acosta Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826944556467895514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EQLV2Hswh48/SeTz97JBvSI/AAAAAAAAEQg/VJQg2xnyZu8/s72-c/DSC_0009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278343111815060470.post-4378890640461277401</id><published>2009-03-31T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T11:30:13.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Food</title><content type='html'>Ah, feeding toddlers. This is the stuff legends are made of....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caleb has always been a super easy eater. You simply stuck it in his mouth and he ate. No &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;problemo&lt;/span&gt;. He wasn't too fond of fruit but everything else he loved. We transitioned into table food without issue and on most days he eats as much as I do.  He's getting a little pickier as he gets older though and I'm wondering how long it'll be before the battle of wills begins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His new favorite things are Ritz crackers, grapes and sharp cheddar cheese. He also loves oranges, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;asparagus&lt;/span&gt;, all kinds of beans and carrots. Veggies are a no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;brainer&lt;/span&gt; - the only one he won't touch is potatoes. Not mashed or baked - no potato. Period. He also doesn't like meat. If you put it on his tray he'll immediately drop whatever he's eating and pick up the meat and fling it overboard. And then growl as if to say "You KNOW I don't like that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Mah&lt;/span&gt;"! Despite this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Mah&lt;/span&gt; keeps trying. Although he does like bacon quite a bit. Unfortunately for him it's not on the menu that often. I figure that maybe he'll be an Angelica vegetarian. :) I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been putting peanut butter on his Ritz crackers to try and sneak some protein in there. It works as long as it's not a big glob. If there's a lot on his cracker he wipes it off with his finger and then smears it on the tray, his hair, me or anything else within reach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've tried eggs, nuts, fish and strawberries now without issue. Hooray for no food allergies. That's a nice thing to not have to worry about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few of his old favorites aren't so favorite anymore. He loved sweet potatoes as a baby but I made sweet potato fries a few weeks ago and he totally balked. He's also been sending green beans over the side of the tray recently and those were one of his tried and true favorites as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the area of foods-I-swore-I'd-NEVER-give-my-kids he's had Reese's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;peanut&lt;/span&gt; butter cups (he BEGS for them) and Frito's. Not a lot, just a little but he gobbled both up. I'm proud to say we made it over a year without any french fries or Coke. I did give him a tiny sip of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;orange&lt;/span&gt; soda last weekend just to see him make a face. It was well worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teeth are still coming in. His bottom 1yr molar is about half in and we now have three bottom teeth. The next top two teeth should break through any day now. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Roseola&lt;/span&gt; is gone and we're treating his snotty nose and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;goopy&lt;/span&gt; ear with drops. We see the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ENT&lt;/span&gt; next week for a checkup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be sure to check out the latest video of Caleb playing with Juan. It's quite cute!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278343111815060470-4378890640461277401?l=calebandchloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/feeds/4378890640461277401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=278343111815060470&amp;postID=4378890640461277401' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/4378890640461277401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/4378890640461277401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/2009/03/food.html' title='Food'/><author><name>The Acosta Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826944556467895514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278343111815060470.post-3513874118024370170</id><published>2009-03-28T04:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T04:12:05.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Week In Review</title><content type='html'>What a week! Caleb got sent home from school at the end of last week b/c of fever. We took him in and were told that it was mostly likely &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Roseola&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Sure enough, the fever broke on Sunday and the rash started. Not pretty. By Wednesday he was back to normal and we were all much happier. I think we have a rash picture somewhere - if so, I'll post it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caleb had his 12m well check yesterday. He's actually lost weight since his 9m checkup in December. Y&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;esterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; he weighed 23 lbs even (he was 23lb 1oz in Dec). I guess an ounce probably isn't consider losing weight but it was still a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;surprise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to us. He's 29.75" and his head was something large. I never remember the head measurement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr Ramirez assured us that the weight thing wasn't a concern and said that now that he's running around everywhere and off of high calorie formula his weight should slow down. He said to make sure he's eating well (no problem there) and we'd just watch it going forward. He's still between 50-75% in weight and height so it's not like we're in danger of falling off the charts anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Juan added some pictures to the last album - you might want to check and see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278343111815060470-3513874118024370170?l=calebandchloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/feeds/3513874118024370170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=278343111815060470&amp;postID=3513874118024370170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/3513874118024370170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/3513874118024370170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/2009/03/week-in-review.html' title='The Week In Review'/><author><name>The Acosta Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826944556467895514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278343111815060470.post-4961040004868411673</id><published>2009-03-22T14:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T14:26:28.235-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New pictures in the slideshow</title><content type='html'>So very cute - out future Master Gardner at work!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278343111815060470-4961040004868411673?l=calebandchloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/feeds/4961040004868411673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=278343111815060470&amp;postID=4961040004868411673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/4961040004868411673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/4961040004868411673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-pictures-in-slideshow_22.html' title='New pictures in the slideshow'/><author><name>The Acosta Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826944556467895514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278343111815060470.post-3825638464470654484</id><published>2009-03-20T05:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T06:00:12.359-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And Then The Rest Of Thursday Happened...</title><content type='html'>I should have known better than to post something about how wonderful my Thursday was and how good my baby had been. He woke up from his nap in a bad mood. A very, very bad mood. That turned into a bad afternoon and a night from hell. Juan spent from midnight to 2am on the couch with him and I spent from 2am to 6am on the floor in the nursery. We were all really tired this morning and I was threatening to run away to Botswana. My husband &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;seemed&lt;/span&gt; unfazed. We somehow manage to get dressed and off to school and work respectively. I stumbled into work feeling rather sorry for myself. And then I read &lt;a href="http://themeanestmom.blogspot.com/2009/03/moment-of-clarity.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my pasture, teething and all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278343111815060470-3825638464470654484?l=calebandchloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/feeds/3825638464470654484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=278343111815060470&amp;postID=3825638464470654484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/3825638464470654484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/3825638464470654484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/2009/03/and-then-rest-of-thursday-happened.html' title='And Then The Rest Of Thursday Happened...'/><author><name>The Acosta Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826944556467895514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278343111815060470.post-6977499924046403876</id><published>2009-03-19T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T10:27:32.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thursday</title><content type='html'>Today has been a really good day! Want to know why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Caleb slept until 6am this morning. Yesterday he slept until 6:15am. This is HUGE. He also took a super 2 hour nap yesterday. I'm really hoping that this new schedule lasts...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My jungle pants from Costa Rica fit perfectly. It's been a long time since I could say that! Hooray!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Caleb and I went to the park this morning and he was so fun to watch walking around everywhere and checking out the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;playscape&lt;/span&gt;. I love my little guy!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We gave Caleb peanuts and pecans and he had no reaction. Not that I was expecting him to, but it's still nice to know that we don't have to worry about a nut allergy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The laundry is done, house is clean enough and I have nap time all to myself.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Happy Thursday!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278343111815060470-6977499924046403876?l=calebandchloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/feeds/6977499924046403876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=278343111815060470&amp;postID=6977499924046403876' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/6977499924046403876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/6977499924046403876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-thursday.html' title='Happy Thursday'/><author><name>The Acosta Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826944556467895514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278343111815060470.post-3680028532566204449</id><published>2009-03-17T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T09:58:30.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy St. Patrick's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EQLV2Hswh48/Sb_WqUT6W-I/AAAAAAAADy0/wLTiurRpuHY/s1600-h/DSC_0015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314202107815549922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EQLV2Hswh48/Sb_WqUT6W-I/AAAAAAAADy0/wLTiurRpuHY/s320/DSC_0015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278343111815060470-3680028532566204449?l=calebandchloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/feeds/3680028532566204449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=278343111815060470&amp;postID=3680028532566204449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/3680028532566204449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/3680028532566204449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-st-patricks-day.html' title='Happy St. Patrick&apos;s Day'/><author><name>The Acosta Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826944556467895514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EQLV2Hswh48/Sb_WqUT6W-I/AAAAAAAADy0/wLTiurRpuHY/s72-c/DSC_0015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278343111815060470.post-692411711129850267</id><published>2009-03-15T18:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T19:01:15.954-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Pictures!</title><content type='html'>Caleb's birthday was lots of fun. We &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;played&lt;/span&gt;, ate and celebrated one super fun year of baby, parenthood and family. Party pictures in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;slideshow&lt;/span&gt;. I'll post again with more details soon...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278343111815060470-692411711129850267?l=calebandchloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/feeds/692411711129850267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=278343111815060470&amp;postID=692411711129850267' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/692411711129850267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/692411711129850267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/2009/03/birthday-pictures.html' title='Birthday Pictures!'/><author><name>The Acosta Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826944556467895514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278343111815060470.post-5858726718054947814</id><published>2009-03-13T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T19:59:41.834-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Cupcakes Overfloweth</title><content type='html'>It's the eve of my first &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;born's&lt;/span&gt; first birthday. I could write some sappy post about how having a child has changed me or how I now truly understand how deeply a parent loves their child etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not though. Instead, I'm going to whine about cupcakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all fairness to Betty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Crocker&lt;/span&gt; and the universe, I should have known better. I've never actually made cupcakes before and the night before Caleb's birthday party probably wasn't the time to start. I've had twelve months to prepare for this but I assumed that if I was a.) capable of reading and following instructions and b.) somewhat &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;knowledgeable&lt;/span&gt; about cooking that making cupcakes couldn't be that hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EQLV2Hswh48/SbsQsNqm5bI/AAAAAAAADpk/nXPnZ-5m9I8/s1600-h/IMG_0308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312858537182291378" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EQLV2Hswh48/SbsQsNqm5bI/AAAAAAAADpk/nXPnZ-5m9I8/s320/IMG_0308.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first batch (chocolate) turned out fine. I just didn't realize that a box mix made 24 instead of 12. I only own one muffin pan. Annoying. I then decided to make Caleb's cake and unfortunately his cakes were coming out of the oven at the exact time my second batch of cupcakes were whirling away in the mixer. The result was that the cupcake batter got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;slightly&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;over mixed&lt;/span&gt; and gave stiff peak new meaning. They spilled over quite a bit and my yellow cupcakes resembled &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;portabella&lt;/span&gt; mushrooms by the time they emerged from the oven. My sweet father-in-law assured me they were fine and taught me how to say "mushroom cloud" in Spanish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to do the only logical thing (no, not eat all 12 by myself before anyone saw them - although I did consider it) and perform a round of cupcake plastic surgery. My husband came home to a super stressed wife &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;standing&lt;/span&gt; over the kitchen sink with a dull steak knife and a dozen sheared mushroom cloud cupcakes. He backed away slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adriana was gracious enough to help me frost them and I have to say that the end result wasn't nearly as bad as I'd feared. The rest of the yellow cupcakes came out nicely, mostly because the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;mix&lt;/span&gt; had time to settle while the first set were in the oven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EQLV2Hswh48/SbsRPLp0oiI/AAAAAAAADps/lmKPSYfvXaQ/s1600-h/IMG_0311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312859137937547810" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EQLV2Hswh48/SbsRPLp0oiI/AAAAAAAADps/lmKPSYfvXaQ/s320/IMG_0311.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, happy birthday eve to my little man. I'm a hell of a lot more comfortable tonight than I was a year ago. And perhaps next year a HEB cake might not seem like such a bad idea...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278343111815060470-5858726718054947814?l=calebandchloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/feeds/5858726718054947814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=278343111815060470&amp;postID=5858726718054947814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/5858726718054947814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/5858726718054947814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-cupcakes-overfloweth.html' title='My Cupcakes Overfloweth'/><author><name>The Acosta Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826944556467895514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EQLV2Hswh48/SbsQsNqm5bI/AAAAAAAADpk/nXPnZ-5m9I8/s72-c/IMG_0308.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278343111815060470.post-2849071665060906488</id><published>2009-03-12T05:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T05:18:34.057-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What A Difference A Year Can Make....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EQLV2Hswh48/Sbj6-hFoICI/AAAAAAAADpM/lkK4flmGZUc/s1600-h/IMG_3814.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312271712424304674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EQLV2Hswh48/Sbj6-hFoICI/AAAAAAAADpM/lkK4flmGZUc/s320/IMG_3814.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EQLV2Hswh48/Sbj8Dql5BxI/AAAAAAAADpU/lvA_ofoTMS4/s1600-h/DSC_0031.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EQLV2Hswh48/Sbj8Dql5BxI/AAAAAAAADpU/lvA_ofoTMS4/s1600-h/DSC_0031.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EQLV2Hswh48/Sbj8Dql5BxI/AAAAAAAADpU/lvA_ofoTMS4/s1600-h/DSC_0031.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EQLV2Hswh48/Sbj8Dql5BxI/AAAAAAAADpU/lvA_ofoTMS4/s1600-h/DSC_0031.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EQLV2Hswh48/Sbj8Dql5BxI/AAAAAAAADpU/lvA_ofoTMS4/s1600-h/DSC_0031.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EQLV2Hswh48/Sbj8Dql5BxI/AAAAAAAADpU/lvA_ofoTMS4/s1600-h/DSC_0031.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EQLV2Hswh48/Sbj8Dql5BxI/AAAAAAAADpU/lvA_ofoTMS4/s1600-h/DSC_0031.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EQLV2Hswh48/Sbj8Dql5BxI/AAAAAAAADpU/lvA_ofoTMS4/s1600-h/DSC_0031.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EQLV2Hswh48/Sbj8Dql5BxI/AAAAAAAADpU/lvA_ofoTMS4/s1600-h/DSC_0031.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EQLV2Hswh48/Sbj8Dql5BxI/AAAAAAAADpU/lvA_ofoTMS4/s1600-h/DSC_0031.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EQLV2Hswh48/Sbj8Dql5BxI/AAAAAAAADpU/lvA_ofoTMS4/s1600-h/DSC_0031.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EQLV2Hswh48/Sbj8Dql5BxI/AAAAAAAADpU/lvA_ofoTMS4/s1600-h/DSC_0031.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EQLV2Hswh48/Sbj854Xoy2I/AAAAAAAADpc/RDl8_NlHCE8/s1600-h/DSC_0031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312273831797771106" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EQLV2Hswh48/Sbj854Xoy2I/AAAAAAAADpc/RDl8_NlHCE8/s320/DSC_0031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Caleb's recovering well. Still a little cranky at times but he has THREE teeth about to break through so I'm not sure that that isn't the real issue. We have a busy day ahead with part prep, grandparents arriving and grocery shopping to do. Only two more days til Caleb's birthday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EQLV2Hswh48/Sbj8Dql5BxI/AAAAAAAADpU/lvA_ofoTMS4/s1600-h/DSC_0031.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278343111815060470-2849071665060906488?l=calebandchloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/feeds/2849071665060906488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=278343111815060470&amp;postID=2849071665060906488' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/2849071665060906488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/2849071665060906488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-difference-year-can-make.html' title='What A Difference A Year Can Make....'/><author><name>The Acosta Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826944556467895514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EQLV2Hswh48/Sbj6-hFoICI/AAAAAAAADpM/lkK4flmGZUc/s72-c/IMG_3814.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278343111815060470.post-5965010677675603039</id><published>2009-03-10T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T10:01:47.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Recovery</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EQLV2Hswh48/SbacuhAaEzI/AAAAAAAADpE/f9DMYVSdrx0/s1600-h/DSC_0058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311605133478073138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EQLV2Hswh48/SbacuhAaEzI/AAAAAAAADpE/f9DMYVSdrx0/s320/DSC_0058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank goodness for lunch! How else is a boy to survive a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;morning&lt;/span&gt; like this! Ignore the fact that he has a Christmas bib on. It's been a rough day people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278343111815060470-5965010677675603039?l=calebandchloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/feeds/5965010677675603039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=278343111815060470&amp;postID=5965010677675603039' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/5965010677675603039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/5965010677675603039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/2009/03/recovery.html' title='Recovery'/><author><name>The Acosta Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826944556467895514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EQLV2Hswh48/SbacuhAaEzI/AAAAAAAADpE/f9DMYVSdrx0/s72-c/DSC_0058.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278343111815060470.post-4884157818975188596</id><published>2009-03-08T06:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T06:44:51.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moooooooooooooo</title><content type='html'>We made the switch to whole milk! I gave him some yesterday morning with breakfast as a test. He drank it (or at least as much as he will ever drink from a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sippy&lt;/span&gt;) and didn't even blink. He had a little more with lunch and dinner. Caleb still prefers water and I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; with that. We've tried diluted juice a few times and he just spits it out and glares at me. Before bedtime last night we gave him what will probably be his last bottle ever (sniff!). We've got a tiny bit of formula left and from here on out it's milk and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sippys&lt;/span&gt; all the way. He did &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; this morning - drank about 2oz of milk before tottering off to find more interesting things. I'm a little concerned about his overall fluid intake though. His morning and night bottles were about 80% of his daily fluid intake and by replacing those with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;sippy&lt;/span&gt; we'll need to watch and make sure he's getting enough to drink during the day. He still thinks sippy are more for throwing than for drinking. Hopefully once he realizes that he has no other option that will change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a very exciting note, he's now signing "done" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; "more". That will help with the drinking b/c it's easier to know when he wants it. He's made the "milk" sign a couple of times but it's not nearly as consistent as the others. He'll sign "more" when he wants more food at meals and yesterday made the "more" sign when he and Juan were playing peek-a-boo. Juan stopped and Caleb wanted to keep on playing! For the things he can't sign his method of communication is clapping. When I do something he likes he'll clap for me. When he doesn't like it he screams. Very effective. I feel a bit like a trained monkey working for claps but it's worth knowing that I can communicate with the child. At least to some degree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday party preparations are in full swing. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Abuelita&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Abuelito&lt;/span&gt; arrive on Thursday followed by Tia Adriana and Tia Lil on Friday. Nana and Poppy will come in on either Friday night or Saturday morning. Our little guy is growing up so fast and I'm excited to celebrate this huge milestone with our family and friends. There's one last major 1 yr accomplishment to look forward to and it's the one I'm most excited about (although not paying for formula is a close second). We can turn the car seat around! Finally! Caleb hit the 20 lb mark way back at 6m but we have to keep him rear-facing until his birthday. I can't wait to be able to SEE him and get him in and out easier - and with significantly fewer bumps to my head and his on the door frame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have an exciting week in store with the tubes, family and party. Stay tuned!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278343111815060470-4884157818975188596?l=calebandchloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/feeds/4884157818975188596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=278343111815060470&amp;postID=4884157818975188596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/4884157818975188596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/4884157818975188596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/2009/03/moooooooooooooo.html' title='Moooooooooooooo'/><author><name>The Acosta Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826944556467895514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278343111815060470.post-6861977450891689967</id><published>2009-03-05T11:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T11:51:05.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New pictures in the slideshow</title><content type='html'>Thanks to my husband!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278343111815060470-6861977450891689967?l=calebandchloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/feeds/6861977450891689967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=278343111815060470&amp;postID=6861977450891689967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/6861977450891689967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/6861977450891689967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-pictures-in-slideshow.html' title='New pictures in the slideshow'/><author><name>The Acosta Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826944556467895514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278343111815060470.post-8167725675709264788</id><published>2009-03-05T10:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T10:22:10.788-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday</title><content type='html'>I had to bribe Caleb with graham crackers so he'd stay still while I wrote this post. He's a fast eater so I'll make this quick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tubes are scheduled for next Tuesday (3/11) in the morning. We won't know the exact time until the day before. They schedule based on age so we're bound to be one of the first ones. I'll be sure and post something once we're home and let everyone know he's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caleb is walking everywhere these days! Here's a fun &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NRMhwX2t9RA"&gt;video&lt;/a&gt; Juan took yesterday afternoon. He seems to have mostly recovered from this last ear infection. He's still snotty and a bit melodramatic but he slept all night last night and that is a HUGE improvement. Thank goodness for good sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graham crackers are gone. Basset is moving in for the crumbs. Posting time is over!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278343111815060470-8167725675709264788?l=calebandchloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/feeds/8167725675709264788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=278343111815060470&amp;postID=8167725675709264788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/8167725675709264788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/8167725675709264788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/2009/03/thursday.html' title='Thursday'/><author><name>The Acosta Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826944556467895514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278343111815060470.post-8656023312266500894</id><published>2009-03-01T06:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T06:12:05.508-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Caleb's Getting For His Birthday</title><content type='html'>Ear tubes. Seriously. We went in yesterday and have a big ole ear infection in his right ear. This was after a rough Friday night and a cranky Saturday morning. Thank goodness Nana and Poppy are here to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lend&lt;/span&gt; a hand! I'm going to call the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ENT&lt;/span&gt; on Monday morning and see about getting him in this week. I'll be sure to let everyone know when they schedule the tubes and how things go. Intellectually, I'm totally &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; with it. We need to end this ear infection hell and get him well. Emotionally, it's harder because my baby hurts and I don't like the idea of people sticking things is his ears and feel like it's my job as Mommy to avoid things like this from happening. What could I have done better or differently or sooner or later or whatever to not get us to this place. I know that this isn't my fault but it still stinks. But, he's gotten more than his fair share of attention this weekend I think he'll survive. This is his real birthday present in case anyone was wondering:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308220968580949650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 297px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EQLV2Hswh48/SaqW2MWMJpI/AAAAAAAACyA/ua9vSGj9V6Y/s320/bdaypresent.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;He's all over button and switches these days so I think he'll like it. His new favorite thing is to get to push the button on the garage door opener to make it go up or down. He pushes it and then turns around and squeals and claps and the big door goes down. It's the highlight of coming home in the afternoons. He's still walking well and his balance has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; improved. He looks a lot less drunk these days! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'll post pictures this afternoon...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278343111815060470-8656023312266500894?l=calebandchloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/feeds/8656023312266500894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=278343111815060470&amp;postID=8656023312266500894' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/8656023312266500894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/8656023312266500894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-calebs-getting-for-his-birthday.html' title='What Caleb&apos;s Getting For His Birthday'/><author><name>The Acosta Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826944556467895514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EQLV2Hswh48/SaqW2MWMJpI/AAAAAAAACyA/ua9vSGj9V6Y/s72-c/bdaypresent.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278343111815060470.post-8769317412005438550</id><published>2009-02-24T05:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T08:09:09.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Overdue</title><content type='html'>I know it's been awhile since my last post - sorry. Things have been super busy around here and any extra time has been devoted to sleep. Caleb's been going through a growth spurt (you wouldn't believe how tall he is!) and it's totally messed up all our sleep. He wakes at 4am starving and then refuses to go back to sleep. Things for the last several days have been rough at best. Juan's recovering from the flu and hasn't felt well. Caleb and I are well - knock on wood. He's walking like crazy and into everything. He especially loves Chloe. Seriously, obsessively in love. It's sweet in a I-love-my-babies kinda way but he's not always gentle and she's not always in the mood to be adored. We've moved her dog bed into our bedroom to give her some safe space and a little peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swimming lessons ended last Saturday and so we're now thinking of enrolling in a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Gymboree&lt;/span&gt; class. I need to re-read the website and see if it will fit with our schedules. Nothing too exciting is going on besides that, we're getting ready for the big birthday in a few weeks! Time flies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;New pictures soon, I promise&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278343111815060470-8769317412005438550?l=calebandchloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/feeds/8769317412005438550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=278343111815060470&amp;postID=8769317412005438550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/8769317412005438550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/8769317412005438550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/2009/02/overdue.html' title='Overdue'/><author><name>The Acosta Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826944556467895514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278343111815060470.post-4782265893174809976</id><published>2009-02-14T11:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T15:00:48.714-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Real Haircut!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EQLV2Hswh48/SZdMfgbC_fI/AAAAAAAACxo/eYPPH6IDlLg/s1600-h/IMG_0281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302791190415080946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EQLV2Hswh48/SZdMfgbC_fI/AAAAAAAACxo/eYPPH6IDlLg/s320/IMG_0281.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Caleb went and got his first professional haircut this afternoon. He looks so grown up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He was a really good sport and didn't cry at all. Go Caleb!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EQLV2Hswh48/SZdMfMwlhMI/AAAAAAAACxg/nyjhMtl1dA4/s1600-h/IMG_0260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302791185136714946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EQLV2Hswh48/SZdMfMwlhMI/AAAAAAAACxg/nyjhMtl1dA4/s320/IMG_0260.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He liked sitting in the car and turning the steering wheel. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EQLV2Hswh48/SZdMf2MbahI/AAAAAAAACxw/B5-RHcnZXYI/s1600-h/IMG_0291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302791196259346962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EQLV2Hswh48/SZdMf2MbahI/AAAAAAAACxw/B5-RHcnZXYI/s320/IMG_0291.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Afterwards we went to check out the new light rail station by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Lakeline&lt;/span&gt; Mall. Pretty cool!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278343111815060470-4782265893174809976?l=calebandchloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/feeds/4782265893174809976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=278343111815060470&amp;postID=4782265893174809976' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/4782265893174809976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/4782265893174809976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/2009/02/real-haircut.html' title='Real Haircut!'/><author><name>The Acosta Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826944556467895514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EQLV2Hswh48/SZdMfgbC_fI/AAAAAAAACxo/eYPPH6IDlLg/s72-c/IMG_0281.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278343111815060470.post-1399777204525826424</id><published>2009-02-14T06:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T07:07:04.785-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentine's Momma</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EQLV2Hswh48/SZbeAXbzL_I/AAAAAAAACxA/c71A8HcDHCo/s1600-h/IMG_0237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302669709147320306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EQLV2Hswh48/SZbeAXbzL_I/AAAAAAAACxA/c71A8HcDHCo/s320/IMG_0237.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I got to sleep in this morning (6:45am! Woo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hoo&lt;/span&gt;!). Love Juan for that! I got up and walked into the living room and got Valentine's kisses from my boys. Juan asked if I wanted my Valentine from Caleb and I said yes. Here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a beautiful heart! On second glance though the heart looked rather familiar. Then it hit me. He painted it with his BUTT! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Valentine's at all...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278343111815060470-1399777204525826424?l=calebandchloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/feeds/1399777204525826424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=278343111815060470&amp;postID=1399777204525826424' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/1399777204525826424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/1399777204525826424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-valentines-momma.html' title='Happy Valentine&apos;s Momma'/><author><name>The Acosta Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826944556467895514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EQLV2Hswh48/SZbeAXbzL_I/AAAAAAAACxA/c71A8HcDHCo/s72-c/IMG_0237.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278343111815060470.post-3094101717028030857</id><published>2009-02-12T11:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T11:39:27.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We Have A New Puppy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EQLV2Hswh48/SZR6jXDZQ7I/AAAAAAAACw4/A5gAIYJKBRM/s1600-h/DSC_0219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301997409224180658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EQLV2Hswh48/SZR6jXDZQ7I/AAAAAAAACw4/A5gAIYJKBRM/s320/DSC_0219.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...and his name is Caleb. He's 11m and running around with stuff hanging out of his mouth. Seriously! Currently, he's crawling around the kitchen with part of the letter "P" from the alphabet mat dangling from his lips. Before that it was a cup towel. Teething perhaps? I've pulled him out of the dog bed at least five times this morning. He speed crawls over to her and then throws his arms around her in a big bear hug and then rolls with laughter. Too freaking cute but not acceptable. Sigh. Kids!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our latest video will be up later today hopefully. I'm having problems uploading it at the moment. He's gotten really good at the ring toss and putting the ball in the musical ring toss. I'm impressed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278343111815060470-3094101717028030857?l=calebandchloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/feeds/3094101717028030857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=278343111815060470&amp;postID=3094101717028030857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/3094101717028030857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/3094101717028030857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/2009/02/we-have-new-puppy.html' title='We Have A New Puppy...'/><author><name>The Acosta Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826944556467895514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EQLV2Hswh48/SZR6jXDZQ7I/AAAAAAAACw4/A5gAIYJKBRM/s72-c/DSC_0219.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278343111815060470.post-4986097117441844435</id><published>2009-02-09T16:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T16:35:36.027-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Kid Is Really Cute</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EQLV2Hswh48/SZDL0NSxWfI/AAAAAAAACwY/1FbiTXXOj68/s1600-h/DSC_0140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300960859197102578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EQLV2Hswh48/SZDL0NSxWfI/AAAAAAAACwY/1FbiTXXOj68/s320/DSC_0140.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278343111815060470-4986097117441844435?l=calebandchloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/feeds/4986097117441844435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=278343111815060470&amp;postID=4986097117441844435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/4986097117441844435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/4986097117441844435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-kid-is-really-cute.html' title='My Kid Is Really Cute'/><author><name>The Acosta Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826944556467895514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EQLV2Hswh48/SZDL0NSxWfI/AAAAAAAACwY/1FbiTXXOj68/s72-c/DSC_0140.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278343111815060470.post-9034266409878438667</id><published>2009-02-05T18:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T18:12:38.388-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing Ball</title><content type='html'>Here's a &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xeOpSz2vP5A"&gt;super fun video &lt;/a&gt;of my boys playing ball.  Juan took us out to lunch today and stayed to play for a few minutes before going back to work. Be sure to check out Caleb's teeth - you can see all four of them towards the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight was out first attempt at yanking the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;binkie&lt;/span&gt;. He went to sleep without a peep - no crying at all. We could only hope it's this easy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278343111815060470-9034266409878438667?l=calebandchloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/feeds/9034266409878438667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=278343111815060470&amp;postID=9034266409878438667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/9034266409878438667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/9034266409878438667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/2009/02/playing-ball.html' title='Playing Ball'/><author><name>The Acosta Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826944556467895514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278343111815060470.post-7978243283237729578</id><published>2009-02-05T06:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T06:58:29.047-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving On Up...</title><content type='html'>When I dropped Caleb off at school yesterday I noticed that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kenzie&lt;/span&gt; wasn't in the room. I asked Ashley where she was and Ashley replied that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kenzie&lt;/span&gt; had started to transition to the toddler room. She turned 1y about a week and a half ago so I guess this shouldn't have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;surprised&lt;/span&gt; me too much. I then realized that Caleb will be 11m next week (seriously!) and we too would need to start thinking about transitioning soon enough. On my way out I picked up a list of the transition criteria. It is as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Takes 1 nap a day on a cot. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Naptime&lt;/span&gt; is from 12:30-3pm. You need to stay on your cot during that time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eats table food. No jar food or bottles.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Walks well and can walk holding an object&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Responds to simple commands - come, sit, stay.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Drinks from a cup without a lid. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;There are a few more but I think this should keep us entertained for awhile. Average age for transitioning fully is 13-15 months. I'm not so sure we'll be there that quickly, specifically #1. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hmmm.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278343111815060470-7978243283237729578?l=calebandchloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/feeds/7978243283237729578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=278343111815060470&amp;postID=7978243283237729578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/7978243283237729578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/7978243283237729578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/2009/02/moving-on-up.html' title='Moving On Up...'/><author><name>The Acosta Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826944556467895514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278343111815060470.post-8957961472961193361</id><published>2009-02-03T14:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T14:57:45.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Walking Video</title><content type='html'>Here's the &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r2dOn0UffU4"&gt;latest video &lt;/a&gt;of Caleb walking!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278343111815060470-8957961472961193361?l=calebandchloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/feeds/8957961472961193361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=278343111815060470&amp;postID=8957961472961193361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/8957961472961193361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/8957961472961193361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/2009/02/walking-video.html' title='Walking Video'/><author><name>The Acosta Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826944556467895514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278343111815060470.post-34459452891461752</id><published>2009-01-29T14:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T14:53:17.879-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Thursday</title><content type='html'>Caleb said his first (understandable) word today. It was "uh oh". I don't think he actually knows what it means but he sure sounds cute saying it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after that? He took his first steps. Four steps actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm proud and happy and a bit nostalgic. My baby's really not a baby anymore. He's a talking, walking, wild man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Videos to come soon. He wasn't in the mood to preform for the camera this afternoon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278343111815060470-34459452891461752?l=calebandchloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/feeds/34459452891461752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=278343111815060470&amp;postID=34459452891461752' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/34459452891461752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/34459452891461752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/2009/01/first-thursday.html' title='First Thursday'/><author><name>The Acosta Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826944556467895514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278343111815060470.post-3153096259970185141</id><published>2009-01-27T13:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T13:32:30.951-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Squirrels, Ears and Ice</title><content type='html'>We've had a very busy day today! First our new friend the bug man came out to check our house. It seems that something has been nibbling on the fascia boards on our roof. Normally, I'd assume it was Caleb since he enjoys chewing on wood. Take a look at his baby bed. I promise he's not part beaver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EQLV2Hswh48/SX99KGubxjI/AAAAAAAACtI/ncj-l6Z3YV8/s1600-h/DSC_0134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296089299368527410" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EQLV2Hswh48/SX99KGubxjI/AAAAAAAACtI/ncj-l6Z3YV8/s320/DSC_0134.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Caleb seems to be a bit too short to reach the roof though so he's out of lineup for now. The bug man says it's squirrels. Squirrels who can't tell the difference between my attic and a bathroom either. Hmph. He put out a thingy to see if they're still residing upstairs and then once we know what's living there we'll move forward with an eviction notice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next we went to see the ENT. Caleb's ears look great and so we don't need tubes just yet. He suggested we wait this ear infection out and then see how Caleb does in the next few weeks. If we end up back in Dr Ramirez's office then tubes may be inevitable but for now we're hoping that the meds are working and that Caleb's ears can stay in one piece.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EQLV2Hswh48/SX99JwfIumI/AAAAAAAACtA/EH0g43YQE_4/s1600-h/DSC_0133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296089293398784610" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EQLV2Hswh48/SX99JwfIumI/AAAAAAAACtA/EH0g43YQE_4/s320/DSC_0133.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And ice! It's supposed to freeze tonight (don't laugh at me you Yankees!) so we're going to stay home and snuggle. And sleep well - hopefully. We've had a major lapse in Ferberization so the drill sargents are on task now. Now that we know the ears aren't a valid excuse for slumber parties at midnight it's time to get back to normal sleeping around here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278343111815060470-3153096259970185141?l=calebandchloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/feeds/3153096259970185141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=278343111815060470&amp;postID=3153096259970185141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/3153096259970185141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/3153096259970185141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/2009/01/squirrels-ears-and-ice.html' title='Squirrels, Ears and Ice'/><author><name>The Acosta Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826944556467895514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EQLV2Hswh48/SX99KGubxjI/AAAAAAAACtI/ncj-l6Z3YV8/s72-c/DSC_0134.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278343111815060470.post-3538223187643894572</id><published>2009-01-25T06:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T06:35:27.639-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alone Time</title><content type='html'>My favorite time of the day is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;naptime&lt;/span&gt;. And no, it's not because I like to watch my precious angel sleep, it's because it's the only time of the day that I'm alone in the house. Well, the baby is still here but it's as close to alone time as it gets on most days so I'll take what I can get. I feel somewhat like a horrible mother for saying this but the peace and quiet is pure bliss. I can get so much done so much faster when Caleb's asleep. My mother had warned me of this before he was born and she's totally right. Doing anything or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;going&lt;/span&gt; anywhere with a baby is really complicated. For example, if I want to fold laundry I have to first make sure Caleb is well occupied with toys and located in a safe spot (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ie.&lt;/span&gt; middle of the living room rug). Then I have to sprint to the laundry room, grab a basket and pull the clothes out of the dryer before he has time to notice I'm gone and crawl into the laundry room and start playing with Chloe's water or food bowls. Then I have to sprint back into the living room with the basket and make sure that instead of following after me he didn't instead head for his room or the kitchen and find something else to get into. Assuming we're both safely back in the living room I can then fold clothes until he notices the basket. I've found the easier thing to do is to dump the clean clothes on the couch and just give him the basket up front. He loves it and until I do he's going to stand there and "help" me fold all the while trying to pull the basket onto the floor. If I give him the basket up front he'll be occupied for a good 10 minutes in which time I can fold everything and even put some stuff away. All piles of clothes must be placed on the top of the couch though b/c any piles left on the seat will be pulled onto the floor by the baby who by this time is bored with the basket. (You just brush off the dog hair and re-fold - nobody will ever know. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Until&lt;/span&gt; now at least).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that I don't love being with my child - I do more than everything. But it's also nice to have a little quiet time every now and then. Off to fold laundry...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278343111815060470-3538223187643894572?l=calebandchloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/feeds/3538223187643894572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=278343111815060470&amp;postID=3538223187643894572' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/3538223187643894572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/3538223187643894572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/2009/01/alone-time.html' title='Alone Time'/><author><name>The Acosta Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826944556467895514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278343111815060470.post-2241244743111567611</id><published>2009-01-22T06:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T06:54:42.745-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yummy, Yummy Food For Caleb's Tummy!</title><content type='html'>Caleb is becoming quite the culinary connoisseur these days! I try and buy one or two new foods each time we go to HEB and so far it has worked. He's still not a huge fruit fan but will eat any veggie you plop down on his tray. It is a bit tricky though because he's decided that he wants to feed himself and doesn't much appreciate help. Thus, no more purees fed with a spoon unless you trick him by putting a pea or carrot on top. Then he'll open up and let you feed him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the new stuff he's tried:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Blackberries&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Black Beans&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cheese - Cheddar, Swiss and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Mozzarella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Plums &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kidney Beans&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Abuelita's&lt;/span&gt; Mexican Rice&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Goldfish Crackers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rice Cakes (Apple and Cinnamon flavored)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Brown Rice&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bubblegum flavored &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;antibiotics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;We've yet to try Jello (strawberry) and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;asparagus&lt;/span&gt; but will this week. Lunch today is elbow &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;macaroni&lt;/span&gt; with peas and p&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;armesan&lt;/span&gt;. We'll see how that goes!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On an ear note, we have an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;appt&lt;/span&gt; with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ENT&lt;/span&gt; on Tuesday. I'd like to know his thoughts on the fluid buildup and how best to proceed. I'm not opposed to tubes but want to know my options and understand more about what's going on before we make a decision. The medicine is working (his nose has stopped running) although the last three nights have been pretty rough. He woke up around 10:30 pm last night and Juan was up with him until after midnight. Not fun. Hopefully by tonight he'll be feeling better and we'll all sleep well. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278343111815060470-2241244743111567611?l=calebandchloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/feeds/2241244743111567611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=278343111815060470&amp;postID=2241244743111567611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/2241244743111567611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/2241244743111567611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/2009/01/yummy-yummy-food-for-calebs-tummy.html' title='Yummy, Yummy Food For Caleb&apos;s Tummy!'/><author><name>The Acosta Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826944556467895514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278343111815060470.post-8887070671301295925</id><published>2009-01-20T10:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T10:28:55.522-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How We Spent Inauguration Day</title><content type='html'>With Dr Ramirez getting our ears checked. Ugh. Ear infection #4 is upon us. It's the right ear again - never the left, always the right for some reason. He gave us the option of going to an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ENT&lt;/span&gt; for a consult but said we might want to wait this one out and see what happens once the weather starts to warm up and cold season is over. We're trying a new antibiotic so hopefully that will ease his discomfort. It doesn't come in banana flavor though so I choose bubble gum. That should be interesting!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278343111815060470-8887070671301295925?l=calebandchloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/feeds/8887070671301295925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=278343111815060470&amp;postID=8887070671301295925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/8887070671301295925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/8887070671301295925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/2009/01/how-we-spent-inauguration-day.html' title='How We Spent Inauguration Day'/><author><name>The Acosta Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826944556467895514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278343111815060470.post-4473377528580621495</id><published>2009-01-18T11:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T13:08:04.878-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Letting Go</title><content type='html'>So Caleb's new trick this week to is let go of whatever he's holding onto and stand independently. Yup, true walking is right around the corner. This morning he stood for a good 5-6 seconds. That sounds like an incredibly short amount of time until you're the momma and watching your first born teeter on the edge of toddler-hood and leave baby-hood behind. He's letting go. My never-really-that-little darling is a big boy and every day becoming more aware and self-assured. I cried a little watching him stand. He looked a little confused and then proud and then it was almost as if you could see the light bulb go off. Ah ha ha Momma! Watch me go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March is almost here and with it will come his first birthday. This year has flown by - although there were a few middle of the night moments which never seemed to end. I'm excited to see him continue to grow and learn and become his own little person. I do miss my baby though but I'm ok with letting go. At least when he falls it's still his Momma he wants to kiss it and smear all his snot and slobber on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juan recorded a short (obviously) &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QKkO49RLDnA"&gt;standing video &lt;/a&gt;this morning. Pretty cute (including Juan's lovely rendition of La Cucaracha)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to hug my baby really, really, really tight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278343111815060470-4473377528580621495?l=calebandchloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/feeds/4473377528580621495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=278343111815060470&amp;postID=4473377528580621495' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/4473377528580621495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/4473377528580621495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/2009/01/letting-go.html' title='Letting Go'/><author><name>The Acosta Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826944556467895514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278343111815060470.post-5877806766368067834</id><published>2009-01-17T18:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T18:53:48.019-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Swimming Lessons</title><content type='html'>Caleb thinks that swimming is fun! Juan is doing a fabulous job with him in the water and I am so proud of them both. I tagged along today and enjoyed watching them play. They kicked, blew bubbles, chased rubber duckies and swished all around. Hooray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/acostajan/SwimmingLessons#"&gt;few pictures &lt;/a&gt;as well as a &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Kv7PZbA8vXo"&gt;kicking video&lt;/a&gt;. Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278343111815060470-5877806766368067834?l=calebandchloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/feeds/5877806766368067834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=278343111815060470&amp;postID=5877806766368067834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/5877806766368067834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/5877806766368067834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/2009/01/swimming-lessons.html' title='Swimming Lessons'/><author><name>The Acosta Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826944556467895514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278343111815060470.post-2563139086465679067</id><published>2009-01-15T06:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T09:08:42.817-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Binkie Quest 2009</title><content type='html'>Before I had Caleb I swore I'd never give my kids a pacifier. Ever. No need to plug up those sweet little mouths, no mute button for me! That all changed when Caleb was 2 days old. I held out for a long time, eh? I told everyone that he was a "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sucky&lt;/span&gt;" baby and needed something to suck on to self soothe. His options were the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;binkie&lt;/span&gt; or me (ouch). &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Binkie&lt;/span&gt; it was then! In our defense, he's only a bedtime &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;binkie&lt;/span&gt; addict. He very rarely needs one while he's awake - only when he's super loud or super pissed and I really do want to plug him up. We had originally agreed to pull the plug at 6m but Dr Ramirez said it was fine to keep the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;binkie&lt;/span&gt; longer and so I lobbied strongly to Juan for us to keep it until 12m. And so he's still a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;binkie&lt;/span&gt; baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's a smart cookie. If he's not in the mood to nap he simply stands up in the crib and throws &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;binkie&lt;/span&gt; over the side. And then proceeds to scream until someone comes in the room and gives &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;binkie&lt;/span&gt; back to him. Cute, huh? I've also made it a habit to check on him before I go to bed and make sure &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;binkie&lt;/span&gt; is right in front of his face so that if he wakes during the night he'll see it and not cry for one of us to come and find it for him. It's a cop-out, I know - but we all sleep through the night and unless one of you wants to come and find it for him at 4am then we're going to leave well enough alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until March. When &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;binkie&lt;/span&gt; really does need to go bye-bye. I've started researching about some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;binkie&lt;/span&gt; rehab programs - cut slit in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;binkie&lt;/span&gt; so it isn't suckable, replace &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;binkie&lt;/span&gt; with a stuffed animal, give &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;bikie&lt;/span&gt; to another baby etc. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Technically we own 11 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;binkies&lt;/span&gt;. That's quite a few for one little mouth. But the problem remains that no matter how many we have, you can only find one or two at any given time. And thus &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Binkie&lt;/span&gt; Quest was born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;inaugural&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Binkie&lt;/span&gt; Quest was held last summer. At the time we owned five &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;binkies&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;couldn&lt;/span&gt;'t find any of them. I offered $1 for every recovered &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;binkie&lt;/span&gt; and my husband quickly set off to work! He found all of them and I never paid up. (Add it to my tab dear!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've had to hold &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Binkie&lt;/span&gt; Quest a few more times since then. Those tricky &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;binkies&lt;/span&gt; hide in some crazy places! My purse, the diaper bag, strollers, under couches, behind the crib and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of the eleven I know I've seen at least &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;five&lt;/span&gt; in the last month or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of this morning two are at school, one in the crib, two dirty by the sink. The other six? No clue. But I'm paying $1 for every one you can find...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278343111815060470-2563139086465679067?l=calebandchloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/feeds/2563139086465679067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=278343111815060470&amp;postID=2563139086465679067' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/2563139086465679067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/2563139086465679067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/2009/01/binkie-quest-2009.html' title='Binkie Quest 2009'/><author><name>The Acosta Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826944556467895514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278343111815060470.post-3838296672755434582</id><published>2009-01-14T12:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T12:04:30.849-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 10m Birthday Caleb!</title><content type='html'>I took pictures this morning - will post them tonight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278343111815060470-3838296672755434582?l=calebandchloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/feeds/3838296672755434582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=278343111815060470&amp;postID=3838296672755434582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/3838296672755434582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/3838296672755434582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-10m-birthday-caleb.html' title='Happy 10m Birthday Caleb!'/><author><name>The Acosta Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826944556467895514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278343111815060470.post-6653896806511284861</id><published>2009-01-13T14:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T14:50:33.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey There Cute Boy! I'm Coming To Get You...</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I left work, went and picked Caleb up from school and headed home. I usually talk to him as I drive although his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;responses&lt;/span&gt; are limited to "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ba&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ba&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ba&lt;/span&gt;" or just plain ignoring me. I pulled into the driveway and started to get out of the car. As I stood up I turned and said "Hey there cute boy! I'm coming to get you..." and raised my arms up like a bear does when they get all mad. You know what I mean. Well, just about that time a poor jogger - male, of course - was jogging down the street and was right behind my car. Yeah. The look on his face! I put my arms down and mumbled something about the baby in the back seat. He just stared and kept on running. I got my kid and went inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New pictures in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;slideshow&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278343111815060470-6653896806511284861?l=calebandchloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/feeds/6653896806511284861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=278343111815060470&amp;postID=6653896806511284861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/6653896806511284861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/6653896806511284861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/2009/01/hey-there-cute-boy-im-coming-to-get-you.html' title='Hey There Cute Boy! I&apos;m Coming To Get You...'/><author><name>The Acosta Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826944556467895514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278343111815060470.post-5273860708444201573</id><published>2009-01-11T09:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T10:35:48.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lunch</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The lunch menu today at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Chez&lt;/span&gt; Acosta consisted of the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homemade Hummus on Wheat Crackers&lt;br /&gt;Spring Peas&lt;br /&gt;Mixed Berry Yogurt Melts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EQLV2Hswh48/SWou8kx3wxI/AAAAAAAACX8/yA6MOBeQ2G4/s1600-h/DSC_0019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290092330499949330" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EQLV2Hswh48/SWou8kx3wxI/AAAAAAAACX8/yA6MOBeQ2G4/s320/DSC_0019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;He ate it all and seemed happy. He's never had hummus before and so we can now add that to the list!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wondering&lt;/span&gt; why he doesn't have a shirt on it's because I didn't screw the lid on his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sippy&lt;/span&gt; cup on very well and so when I handed it to him about 5oz of milk went all over his front. He doesn't like clothes anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pea on his forehead was an artistic touch on my husband's part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on a final note, bassets do eat peas, mushy crackers, hummus and yogurt melts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278343111815060470-5273860708444201573?l=calebandchloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/feeds/5273860708444201573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=278343111815060470&amp;postID=5273860708444201573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/5273860708444201573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/5273860708444201573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/2009/01/lunch.html' title='Lunch'/><author><name>The Acosta Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826944556467895514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EQLV2Hswh48/SWou8kx3wxI/AAAAAAAACX8/yA6MOBeQ2G4/s72-c/DSC_0019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278343111815060470.post-3478997196681789793</id><published>2009-01-11T06:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T07:10:12.175-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Pictures, Swimming Lessons and More</title><content type='html'>What a week! Here's a not-so-brief recap...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In honor of Nana and Poppy's 35&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; wedding anniversary (and because we hadn't had a formal family picture taken in over 10 years) we had our picture (all 7 of us) made on Friday afternoon. The attire was an issue of great debate but in the end we all looked quite nice in our navy sweaters and khaki pants. Caleb was quite stylish in his baby sweater vest - so grown up! The proofs will be ready in a couple of weeks and I'll send an email with a link once I get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caleb started swimming lessons yesterday! He loves to splash in the bathtub so I was hoping that swimming would be even more fun. Juan said he had a good time and especially enjoyed the game they played while singing The Wheels on the Bus - his favorite song in the entire world. Since we now know that visitors can come and watch I'll go and take some pictures next week. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Abuelita&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Abuelito&lt;/span&gt; will be here and I know will enjoy coming along as well. Juan said Caleb was quite &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;buoyant&lt;/span&gt; - guess all that baby fluff pays off! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the boys were at the pool yesterday Nana and Poppy (thank you!!!) helped me clean house. I'm bound and determined to KILL whatever bacteria is living around here and put and end to the sinus and ear infections once and for all. Caleb's completely healed and I'm getting there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a nice visit with my family this week. We got to spend a little time with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Bubba&lt;/span&gt; and Amber. Hopefully we'll be able to plan a trip to Pittsburgh this summer or fall. Juan, Caleb, Chloe and I are enjoying a quite Sunday and it just being "us" again. Caleb was a super star and slept until 6:30am. He's down for his morning nap now and so Juan and I are relaxing and reading the paper. Chloe is catching up on much needed beauty rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have some new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;pictures&lt;/span&gt; to post. I'll try and get to it this afternoon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278343111815060470-3478997196681789793?l=calebandchloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/feeds/3478997196681789793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=278343111815060470&amp;postID=3478997196681789793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/3478997196681789793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/3478997196681789793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/2009/01/family-pictures-swimming-lessons-and.html' title='Family Pictures, Swimming Lessons and More'/><author><name>The Acosta Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826944556467895514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278343111815060470.post-4485433363686969741</id><published>2009-01-07T16:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T16:33:34.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Braces? Who needs braces?</title><content type='html'>I love this kid! So will our future &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;orthodontist&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EQLV2Hswh48/SWVJr5404_I/AAAAAAAACX0/8avEcwiRqoY/s1600-h/IMG_0104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288714356038886386" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EQLV2Hswh48/SWVJr5404_I/AAAAAAAACX0/8avEcwiRqoY/s320/IMG_0104.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278343111815060470-4485433363686969741?l=calebandchloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/feeds/4485433363686969741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=278343111815060470&amp;postID=4485433363686969741' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/4485433363686969741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/4485433363686969741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/2009/01/braces-who-needs-braces.html' title='Braces? Who needs braces?'/><author><name>The Acosta Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826944556467895514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EQLV2Hswh48/SWVJr5404_I/AAAAAAAACX0/8avEcwiRqoY/s72-c/IMG_0104.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278343111815060470.post-4414037144327402998</id><published>2009-01-07T05:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T05:26:13.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remind me of this in another 10 years....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://themeanestmom.blogspot.com/2008/12/presents.html"&gt;The Meanest Mom&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278343111815060470-4414037144327402998?l=calebandchloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/feeds/4414037144327402998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=278343111815060470&amp;postID=4414037144327402998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/4414037144327402998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/4414037144327402998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/2009/01/remind-me-of-this-in-another-10-years.html' title='Remind me of this in another 10 years....'/><author><name>The Acosta Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826944556467895514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278343111815060470.post-3254057806722986753</id><published>2009-01-06T17:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T17:31:19.087-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Germs</title><content type='html'>Caleb and I both came down with a cold in October. It's now January and he's on ear infection #3 and I'm on cold #4. We wash hands. Really. But, we also go to daycare and HEB and Target and other places where germs live. There's more of them than us I suppose. I switched doctors today and am hopeful that I'll be on the mend soon. My old doctor was a jerk and I had been too lazy to switch before now. The new doctor is really old and rambled on for about 20 min about his new puppies. Then he told me point blank that I had the daycare bacterial infection and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Augmentin&lt;/span&gt; would cure it. Makes total sense to me since this is what Caleb has. So, antibiotics for Mommy! He offered me the liquid form (I told him about the grape flavoring) but I opted for pills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. He says banana flavoring is the way to go 100%&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278343111815060470-3254057806722986753?l=calebandchloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/feeds/3254057806722986753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=278343111815060470&amp;postID=3254057806722986753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/3254057806722986753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/3254057806722986753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/2009/01/germs.html' title='Germs'/><author><name>The Acosta Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826944556467895514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278343111815060470.post-2163296336413120133</id><published>2009-01-02T01:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T09:17:17.941-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2008 In Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I totally stole this idea from &lt;a href="http://www.teamdarnell.blogspot.com/"&gt;another blog&lt;/a&gt;. I thought it was a super cute idea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;January&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EQLV2Hswh48/SV5H-mAWxkI/AAAAAAAACXs/x817ipXkEbI/s1600-h/Pregnant2+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286742153259042370" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EQLV2Hswh48/SV5H-mAWxkI/AAAAAAAACXs/x817ipXkEbI/s320/Pregnant2+055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;February &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EQLV2Hswh48/SV5H-HhaomI/AAAAAAAACXk/MSBRHl7B-_w/s1600-h/Pregnant2+080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286742145076208226" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EQLV2Hswh48/SV5H-HhaomI/AAAAAAAACXk/MSBRHl7B-_w/s320/Pregnant2+080.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;March&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EQLV2Hswh48/SV5GgbrftYI/AAAAAAAACXU/u9sFU7FxvN0/s1600-h/IMG_3814.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286740535579489666" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EQLV2Hswh48/SV5GgbrftYI/AAAAAAAACXU/u9sFU7FxvN0/s320/IMG_3814.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EQLV2Hswh48/SV5GgC5DwEI/AAAAAAAACXM/aHciZGinHQs/s1600-h/IMG_3990.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286740528925491266" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EQLV2Hswh48/SV5GgC5DwEI/AAAAAAAACXM/aHciZGinHQs/s320/IMG_3990.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;April&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EQLV2Hswh48/SV3rWYSW-GI/AAAAAAAACW8/WxTMr0GOolg/s1600-h/IMG_4401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286640307311933538" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EQLV2Hswh48/SV3rWYSW-GI/AAAAAAAACW8/WxTMr0GOolg/s320/IMG_4401.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;May&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EQLV2Hswh48/SV3rVjapOFI/AAAAAAAACW0/Bvnk5DhZR-Y/s1600-h/DSC_0548.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286640293119604818" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EQLV2Hswh48/SV3rVjapOFI/AAAAAAAACW0/Bvnk5DhZR-Y/s320/DSC_0548.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;June &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EQLV2Hswh48/SV3rVLpmSrI/AAAAAAAACWs/cM1VPtXaYxU/s1600-h/DSC_0126.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EQLV2Hswh48/SV5HC8TjZRI/AAAAAAAACXc/9oqbV2bJnnc/s1600-h/DSC_0778.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286741128452990226" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EQLV2Hswh48/SV5HC8TjZRI/AAAAAAAACXc/9oqbV2bJnnc/s320/DSC_0778.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;July&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EQLV2Hswh48/SV3rU5tK67I/AAAAAAAACWk/12Dd8UIQyYY/s1600-h/DSC_0449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286640281923021746" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EQLV2Hswh48/SV3rU5tK67I/AAAAAAAACWk/12Dd8UIQyYY/s320/DSC_0449.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;August&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EQLV2Hswh48/SV3nYJ_Mq7I/AAAAAAAACWc/abQZ_Mn7IQc/s1600-h/DSC_0435.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286635939786697650" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EQLV2Hswh48/SV3nYJ_Mq7I/AAAAAAAACWc/abQZ_Mn7IQc/s320/DSC_0435.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;September&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EQLV2Hswh48/SV3nXnNCixI/AAAAAAAACWU/kw50_T5lR6w/s1600-h/DSC_1024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286635930449513234" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EQLV2Hswh48/SV3nXnNCixI/AAAAAAAACWU/kw50_T5lR6w/s320/DSC_1024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;October&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EQLV2Hswh48/SV3nXY6DNOI/AAAAAAAACWM/YuLSAYg4v1M/s1600-h/DSC_0318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286635926611768546" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EQLV2Hswh48/SV3nXY6DNOI/AAAAAAAACWM/YuLSAYg4v1M/s320/DSC_0318.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;November&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EQLV2Hswh48/SV3nXVc1SmI/AAAAAAAACWE/BYKm9uZapUs/s1600-h/DSC_0834.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286635925683915362" style="WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EQLV2Hswh48/SV3nXVc1SmI/AAAAAAAACWE/BYKm9uZapUs/s320/DSC_0834.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;December&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EQLV2Hswh48/SV3nXBKwefI/AAAAAAAACV8/CXlGqRSW99I/s1600-h/Cale+-+xmas+card.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286635920239393266" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EQLV2Hswh48/SV3nXBKwefI/AAAAAAAACV8/CXlGqRSW99I/s320/Cale+-+xmas+card.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy 2009!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278343111815060470-2163296336413120133?l=calebandchloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/feeds/2163296336413120133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=278343111815060470&amp;postID=2163296336413120133' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/2163296336413120133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/2163296336413120133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/2009/01/2008-in-review.html' title='2008 In Review'/><author><name>The Acosta Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826944556467895514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EQLV2Hswh48/SV5H-mAWxkI/AAAAAAAACXs/x817ipXkEbI/s72-c/Pregnant2+055.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278343111815060470.post-6258403573822057316</id><published>2009-01-01T13:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T13:37:06.982-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>Happy New Year from our family to yours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EQLV2Hswh48/SV03RMV-RMI/AAAAAAAACSo/f7-5GMVf1Gc/s1600-h/CSC_0088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286442306113520834" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EQLV2Hswh48/SV03RMV-RMI/AAAAAAAACSo/f7-5GMVf1Gc/s320/CSC_0088.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Juan, Jan, Caleb and Chloe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278343111815060470-6258403573822057316?l=calebandchloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/feeds/6258403573822057316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=278343111815060470&amp;postID=6258403573822057316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/6258403573822057316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/6258403573822057316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>The Acosta Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826944556467895514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EQLV2Hswh48/SV03RMV-RMI/AAAAAAAACSo/f7-5GMVf1Gc/s72-c/CSC_0088.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278343111815060470.post-2597941850896705107</id><published>2009-01-01T09:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T09:39:10.261-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Grape Flavoring Debacle</title><content type='html'>So Caleb has another ear infection. It's his right ear - same as the second infection. I think that the 2nd round of meds didn't clear it up all the way and that it just came back. Dr Ramirez put us on a milder antibiotic the second time and even by day 10 he still had green snot and was a bit fussy. We're back on the 90 proof stuff now so it'll kill the germs for sure. And that's where my post for today begins...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The antibiotic is actually called Augmentin and it tastes bad. Really bad. Really, really bad. Think yellow Triamenic people. Yup, that bad. Caleb tolerated it the first time around and so when we went to Walgreen's this time to fill the prescription I told Juan that we should ask for flavoring. They'll add a flavor to liquid medication for a mere $4.00. 25 flavors to choose from! What parent could say no? We agreed that if it saved us from battling a very strong 9.5m old then it was worth it. Which flavor to choose though! I know he doesn't like cherry b/c the baby Tylenol is cherry flavored and he always makes a horrible face when I give it to him. He doesn't seem to mind the grape baby Tylenol so we went that route. All kids like grape right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrong! We gave him the first dose on Tuesday night and he gagged. Worse that the avocado gagging. He actually threw up. All his dinner and 3/4 of the medicine. And completely refused to eat or drink anything at all after that. So we put a very infected baby to bed on an empty stomach without any meds. You can see where this is going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He went down (without a peep!) at 6pm. Woke up at 11pm, 12am, 1am, 2am and 3am. At 3am I made a pallet on the floor and tried to sleep with him. We've never co-slept before and now I know why. He wanted to lay next to me with BOTH baby arms wrapped around my neck and his baby face pressed up to mine and breathe down my neck. Really sweet for about 30 seconds. Then it was just amusingly uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 5:30 I called it quits and woke Juan up. He took Caleb and I got to sleep. I love my husband a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting ahead of myself though and forgetting the real point of this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So once he went to bed at 6pm I called Walgreen's and asked the pharmacist if it was possible to de-grape our antibiotic. She said unfortunately no, no de-graping. Sigh. She also said that we should think twice before calling the Dr's office for a new prescription b/c insurance won't pay for the same prescription twice. This puppy costs $80 so guess what? Grape is it! She did suggest mixing the medication with 1 Tsp of food and seeing if he'd take it that way. I rummaged through the pantry looking for the strongest flavored baby food I could find. Prunes! Yup, prunes it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yesterday morning we stealthily mixed the  Augmentin with a spoonful of pureed prunes and said Yumma Yumma! Caleb ate it without a second thought! Hooray! It's worked three times since then. I'm thrilled. Caleb is feeling better and we all slept very well last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time we'll try a different flavor though...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278343111815060470-2597941850896705107?l=calebandchloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/feeds/2597941850896705107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=278343111815060470&amp;postID=2597941850896705107' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/2597941850896705107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/2597941850896705107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/2009/01/grape-flavoring-debacle.html' title='The Grape Flavoring Debacle'/><author><name>The Acosta Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826944556467895514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278343111815060470.post-7334314759587229005</id><published>2008-12-30T13:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T13:29:33.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Walking video</title><content type='html'>Watch out HEB shoppers, Caleb is on the move... Check out his &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l79irLcXquE"&gt;cute walking video &lt;/a&gt;complete with dancing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278343111815060470-7334314759587229005?l=calebandchloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/feeds/7334314759587229005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=278343111815060470&amp;postID=7334314759587229005' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/7334314759587229005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/7334314759587229005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/2008/12/walking-video.html' title='Walking video'/><author><name>The Acosta Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826944556467895514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278343111815060470.post-8516049870453879819</id><published>2008-12-30T10:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T10:50:34.188-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Belated Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>Hope everyone had a very Merry Christmas! We did and so I'm just now getting around to posting..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa Claus came to visit Caleb!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EQLV2Hswh48/SVpqm8kO3dI/AAAAAAAACSg/U0jyELYzzFI/s1600-h/DSC_0504.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285654329998368210" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EQLV2Hswh48/SVpqm8kO3dI/AAAAAAAACSg/U0jyELYzzFI/s320/DSC_0504.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ooo&lt;/span&gt;! A cell phone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EQLV2Hswh48/SVpqmdWWX5I/AAAAAAAACSY/9oJop_V83YU/s1600-h/DSC_0517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285654321618640786" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EQLV2Hswh48/SVpqmdWWX5I/AAAAAAAACSY/9oJop_V83YU/s320/DSC_0517.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That giraffe looks suspiciously similar to the one Daddy was putting together when we came home from our walk yesterday... It has squeaky ears - yippee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EQLV2Hswh48/SVpqmOX1L8I/AAAAAAAACSQ/UlvOcehPeQY/s1600-h/DSC_0507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285654317598322626" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EQLV2Hswh48/SVpqmOX1L8I/AAAAAAAACSQ/UlvOcehPeQY/s320/DSC_0507.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nana put jingle bells on Caleb's Christmas presents. Who cares what's inside when you have bells!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EQLV2Hswh48/SVpqlMo8JDI/AAAAAAAACSI/IS1nrjrRlzo/s1600-h/DSC_0502.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285654299953341490" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EQLV2Hswh48/SVpqlMo8JDI/AAAAAAAACSI/IS1nrjrRlzo/s320/DSC_0502.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Needless to say, we had a lovely Christmas. Caleb has learned some fun new tricks. He can shake his head to say "no" although I'm not 100% sure he always means no. He knows it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;guaranteed&lt;/span&gt; to get a laugh out of his adoring audience and so sometimes he really means no and sometimes he does it just to be cute. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;, cute. Let's see if I'm still calling it that in another 12m.  We got to see Lily and Homer on their way to and from the Valley and even had a Christmas morning &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;video conference&lt;/span&gt; with Bub and Amber. They'll be in town on Thursday and we are very excited to see them again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We took Caleb into the Dr this morning b/c his ear infection is back. He's in good spirits and not too uncomfortable. I think we'll have a quiet New Years. We're looking forward to celebrating &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; with Nana, Poppy, Bub and Amber this weekend. We're going to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Maggiano's&lt;/span&gt; and then to the botanical gardens in San Antonio. YUM!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More Christmas pictures in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;slide show&lt;/span&gt;. A happy New Year to you and yours...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278343111815060470-8516049870453879819?l=calebandchloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/feeds/8516049870453879819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=278343111815060470&amp;postID=8516049870453879819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/8516049870453879819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278343111815060470/posts/default/8516049870453879819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calebandchloe.blogspot.com/2008/12/belated-merry-christmas.html' title='A Belated Merry Christmas'/><author><name>The Acosta Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826944556467895514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EQLV2Hswh48/SVpqm8kO3dI/AAAAAAAACSg/U0jyELYzzFI/s72-c/DSC_0504.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
